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Ay, a lifetime buzzed away . . . what is it, all in all? A dream, a short Friday in winter. . . .
Most people start to philosophize after a savory pot roast and a shot of liquor. Reb Nakhmen the…
At the exit, behind the plywood counter, sits the foreman holding a bottle of Coke to his mouth. “Hey you! Come over here,” he calls to Barukh.
Barukh’s heart skips a beat. Someone else once called to…
You who live secure
In your warm houses
Who return at evening to find
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider whether this is a man,
Who labours in the mud
Who knows no peace
Who fights for a crust…