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Quarter of a Beast of Burden-Sequel

My cab drove on, It had barely turned the corner, Now I was amazed, I saw a man do the beast of burden job, It was a cycle rickshaw puller, Who was doing the impossible holler, To get the obstructions of his path, He was sweating and loosing energy fast, He was, yes, carrying the same type of load, They were steel rods, And I had not to have my mind in a goad, To measure that burden was less than a quarter, Of that which the beast helped charter, By which it meant that human, Is about a quarter of a beast, However I did not know most of the rest of three quarters, Of this human was also reduced to about that of the beast.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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