A roadway we have forged,
through light and dark,
and walked every long mile
shouldering pick and shovel
until we fell out of breath
and weary.
THEY STAND UPON OUR SHOULDERS
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Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
A roadway we have forged,
through light and dark,
and walked every long mile
shouldering pick and shovel
until we fell out of breath
and weary.