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I thought of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer

and you a woman who loves the man who runs a drug store.

I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than I

used to and I sing slower handling the trowel afternoons.

When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky and the

mortar boards go wrong, I think of you. Carl Sandburg

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