His scales is fixed

[wywm299471]

His scales is fixed. Sometimes he's right, you got rocks in the sack. Sometimes you're right, the scales is crooked. Sometimes both; rocks an' crooked scales. Always argue, always fight. Keeps your head up. An' his head up. What's a few rocks? Jus' one, maybe. Quarter pound? Always argue. Back with the empty sack. Got our own book. Mark in the weight. Got to. If they know you're markin', then they don't cheat. But God he'p ya if ya don' keep your own weight. This is good work. Kids runnin' aroun'. Heard 'bout the cotton pickin' machine? Yeah, I heard. Think it'll ever come? Well, if it comes fella says it'll put han' pickin' out. Come night. All tired. Good pickin', though. Got three dollars, me an' the ol' woman an' the kids. The cars move to the cotton fields. The cotton camps set up. The screened high trucks and trailers are piled high with white fluff. Cotton clings to the fence wires, and cotton rolls in little balls along the road when the wind blows. And clean white cotton, going to the gin. And the big, lumpy bales standing, going to the compress.nike blazer
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[slut rag]

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