Sure cried the tenant men but its our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it and we got killed on it died on it. Even if its no good its still ours. Thats what makes it oursbeing born on it working it dying on it.
John Steinbeck
Sure cried the tenant men but its our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it and we got killed on it died on it. Even if its no good its still ours. Thats what makes it oursbeing born on it working it dying on it.
John Steinbeck