155 April 26, 2021April 26, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings The bricklayer Hunched over Under hot Florida sun Working twelve hour days Moving ton after ton Six years ago Came from El Salvador Across American Mexican border Stashes every extra quarter Like a hoarder Dreams of going back to wife and two kids Yet every day Becomes older and older Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Like Loading... Related
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