Not Eye of the Tiger.
Hunched forward, with our shoulders firmly planted in the harness, head down, we plod forward.
Our task is never triumphantly complete. Each day brings another task, remarkably like yesterday's task.
Maybe there will be an extra potion of grain in our feedsack tonight. Maybe a well earned night's rest. Maybe not.
Our engines do not race the clock for time and distance.
Through sheer determination we plod. Through intertia we plod.
But behind the dull eye of the draft hourse, there is a beach..........
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