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Really like this one.  Reads almost like a Nina Simone song— the cadence is fantastic, and the imagery is subtle but striking

I swung my pick 
Into ground rock hard 
The sun beat down 
In that old churchyard 
And for my baby
I’ll carry on 
A digging 

Hands are blistered 
Tired arms try 
The sweat drips down 
And stings my eyes 
But I’ll fulfil
The duty of 
the living 

Cause this hole just
Ain’t gonna dig itself 

Later today 
We’ll gather round
With words to say
As we lower her down 
And walk away 
With sorrow 
Softly spoken 

As parents 
Who’ve just 
buried their child
Who now must walk 
A thousand miles 
Not knowing if 
They’ll ever walk 
Unbroken 


And this hole just 
Ain’t gonna dig itself 


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