Poem -

Work

Work

At work will responsibilities on my mind

Got to do what I got to do because I can't waste time

With things on the outside left where they're at

I love work more than home but I want to go back

The happiness in others put a smile on my face 

I don't rush I don't bother I just go at good pace

On the outside world it's harder than I thought 

Dealing with the scars and the battles that I fought 

But work oh work I long to be there tomorrow 

It takes away my pain and heals all my sorrow

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sparrowsong

Hello Geneva...

Welcome to Cosmo! 

It's nice you're a loyal employee...

I hope that with all the taxes and everything that you will have to support...

I hope you can make it on $50 a week...

Look on the bright side that's alot of money to some...

Great write! 

I an sure all the loyal employees are just as excited...

Great write! 

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Geneva Dixon

Yes sir I make with much more then $50 a week good income great neighborhood living supportive family survival to the fittest much appreciated

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sparrowsong

Keep that positive attitude...

Just to let you know I am a her not a sir...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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sparrowsong

No problem...

I get he a lot...

No worries...

It's a unisex name...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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