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I dug ditches at East Greenwich Cemetery in my youth. Nice square corners, standard width, length, depth, dirt piled neatly on a tarp. I took a lot of pride in it. I find that usually the ditch digger analogy is used by people who never dug ditches. A couple of times they tried out college kids to help. They lasted about half a hole. I felt like cracking them over the head with the pick and putting them below where the liner was going. Good luck finding their pansy as_es with a cadaver dog in a grave yard. I could do three a day.
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