We once savored the messy, unparsed vernacular of human toil before we traded the warmth of irregular verbs for this sterile predictive logic.
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A reading from Psalms 129:3
The ploughmen were ploughing on my back; long were the wounds they made.
— Psalms 129:3 (en_bbe)
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