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Dirt under nails,
grit in every crevice,
mud-streaked smiles and laughter.
The joy of the unwashed,
of grime gathered on the skin
like stories we wear
until the next rain.
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The poem for working farmers and their families and children playing in the dirt. Good work.
I can relate, old generation
Beginning of life
we're all value after all
We wait together