If I were to posit what the meek might inherit, it would be: the brunt of the bludgeon's bullying blow; the worms off the wormiest of worm-eaten scraps (without the scraps in tow); all manner of filth flushed by the finely mannered (plus whatever garbage they can throw); and the bottom of a rapidly descending and impeccably polished shoe.
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