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By Jack Joseph Smith
Bying and Selling
Let the lie sink with sorrow
You will never wake up
once you have done it
Turned against and away
Loseing the spindle,
the stick, the lance,
the sword
Rumbleesilence onn the road
See yourself stricken with
the day before yesterday
We are trying against all odds
Not to tame life,, but to bring
life to its knees Again
With our hope
Of just going to work