Stephen Maria Crane

A man toiled on a burning road

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A man toiled on a burning road

A man toiled on a burning road, Never resting. Once he saw a fat, stupid ass Grinning at him from a green place. The man cried out in rage, "Ah! Do not deride me, fool! I know you — All day stuffing your belly, Burying your heart In grass and tender sprouts: It will not suffice you. " But the ass only grinned at him from the green place.