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A donkey with stacks on its back takes what joy in his traipse on roads flinty... be they sand bags or sandal planks... earns those same hayricks, as ultimate fees! For a menial, crushing clods what Sunshine in life, his moil can dawn... in paddy fields or for precious lodes ...rakes the same rewards of few steel coins! Mind you, the meaning of these alms tossed by mean masters at their thralls' grovel! "Alive come they for one more Diem to fill rosters at the chime of the bell with ample breath to toil and shrivel... but not enough to question and rebel! ! '