thirty-six, six-two, and two hundred and forty pounds, smiling
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a gentle giant filing piles of 2 bys on the dewy ground,
six thousand miles from home, alone and stuck,
living off the sweat and pain, it grows
10 bucks an hour, and no apologies
splinters, dirt and snow.
one day he'll go back,
and sit on his brand new chair,
on his brand new porch,
next to his brand new house,
and wonder why he ever left.