… When the pulley rust and knots
the string of the pull is harder on the heart -
than the muscles.
you look at the occupant of the cart
and ask do my farts disturb you?
Because the journey is uphill and the scene, shadowy
They say uhn, uhn! I don’t mind it one little bit.
…when the cart and sun share a place atop the hill
Just before the drop, You might look back and say
Its all yours to enjoy
If you were to pull out a fart of acquiescence
do the occupant pull you atop to the familiar stench
as you both roll downhill,
Or do you get ground by the wheel down thither
to the eventual grave destined to you either
Who pulls a cart alone?
Who looks for those who applaud efforts in truth
Who will be my strength?
>s
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