roy herndon smith she, who always sits straight and speaks out of a clear vision of what's right and labors for all with constancy, without complaint, drops her head we wait, she murmurs “i've always been the good one” a friend rubs her back we know then it is not purpose that sustains us her friend's hand is still on her back, her head falls slowly down to rest on the table, she sleeps
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