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I'm not a vegetarian but I dislike factory farming and I support small, family farms.
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Work is a monster
Giant concrete blocks piled high
And grinding as they stomp down
On all the workers
Dry, choking dust
Clogs the air
Rumbles and crunches
Drown out the sweet music
The taste of sand and oil
fills your mouth
The weight of ten thousand thousand tons
Pulls you down
No time for a rest
Finish late today
So you can start early tomorrow
Day after day after day
Stomp, stomp, stomp it goes
On your heart
On your mind
On the rest of your life
Giant concrete blocks piled high
And grinding as they stomp down
On all the workers
Dry, choking dust
Clogs the air
Rumbles and crunches
Drown out the sweet music
The taste of sand and oil
fills your mouth
The weight of ten thousand thousand tons
Pulls you down
No time for a rest
Finish late today
So you can start early tomorrow
Day after day after day
Stomp, stomp, stomp it goes
On your heart
On your mind
On the rest of your life
posted by Owen : 3:02 PM 
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