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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408665" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Knocked Up</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, <br>And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out; <br>I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow -- <br>I'm too knocked up to light a fire and bile the billy now. <br> <br> Oh it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin', in flies an' dust an' heat, <br> Or it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-a-mpin' <br> through mud and slush 'n sleet; <br> It's tramp an' tramp for tucker -- one everlastin' strife, <br> An' wearin' out yer boots an' heart in the wastin' of yer life. <br> <br>They whine o' lost an' wasted lives in idleness and crime -- <br>I've wasted mine for twenty years, and grafted all the time <br>And never drunk the stuff I earned, nor gambled when I shore -- <br>But somehow when yer on the track yer life seems wasted more. <br> <br>A long dry stretch of thirty miles I've tramped this broilin' day, <br>All for the off-chance of a job a hundred miles away; <br>There's twenty hungry beggars wild for any job this year, <br>An' fifty might be at the shed while I am lyin' here. <br> <br>The sinews in my legs seem drawn, red-hot -- 'n that's the truth; <br>I seem to weigh a ton, and ache like one tremendous tooth; <br>I'm stung between my shoulder-blades -- my blessed back seems broke; <br>I'm too knocked out to eat a bite -- I'm too knocked up to smoke. <br> <br>The blessed rain is comin' too -- there's oceans in the sky, <br>An' I suppose I must get up and rig the blessed fly; <br>The heat is bad, the water's bad, the flies a crimson curse, <br>The grub is bad, mosquitoes damned -- but rheumatism's worse. <br> <br>I wonder why poor blokes like me will stick so fast ter breath, <br>Though Shakespeare says it is the fear of somethin' after death; <br>But though Eternity be cursed with God's almighty curse -- <br>What ever that same somethin' is I swear it can't be worse. <br> <br> For it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin' thro' hell across the plain, <br> And it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-mpin' thro' slush 'n mud 'n rain -- <br> A livin' worse than any dog -- without a home 'n wife, <br> A-wearin' out yer heart 'n soul in the wastin' of yer life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow -- 
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