Work

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Returning to work after...

Back to work I go
I hope that are will not be snow
excited and happy to be going back to work...

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"Work for God"

"Work for God"

"No one else,
except God can see,
what resides,
deep within me,
that's one of...

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CAN'T KEEP AWAKE

CAN'T KEEP AWAKE

My eyelids are closing I can't keep awake
I know that I must because there is so much at stake...

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The Holiday Mess

The Holiday Mess

Those holiday traditions we go through
From Thanksgiving to year’s end too
Friends come on...

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DUST COLLECTED ...

Dark was the sweat
as we patted our clothes
a boss he said
get rid of the dust...

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Working Eight To Four

Working Eight To Four

My Linda just completed, her fourth week on her new job;
She works weekdays for eight hours, each...

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With white eyes...

With white eyes...

White eyes through a blackened sky,
A hardened working day, down the mine,
Cobbled stones...

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Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

This day is very different, from any other in seventeen years;
For it’s the first one I will be...

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The Most Important Ring

The Most Important Ring

One usually thinks of diamonds, when talking about a ring;
They sparkle with such beauty, and make...

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JOAN THE SECRETARY

JOAN THE SECRETARY

It's not easy being a secretary whose name is Joan
She is always taking calls on the telephone...

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The Interview

The Interview


Linda got a call on Wednesday, from a construction company;
They are in need of an excellent...

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LET'S GO ON STRIKE

LET'S GO ON STRIKE

Come on workers we will strike today
It's time we all had better pay
So the workers were...

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9 hours in Istanbul

9 hours in Istanbul

The weather is mild ‘n’ cool
I am transit in Istanbul
This is the best 9 hours
That I...

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Tarmac Road Men

Tarmac Road Men

The bastards flash past us,
as fast as they can go
They just need to clip a cone our way...

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Where Poetry Hides

Where Poetry Hides

My poems
They like to hide away
Concealing themselves
Within the depths
Of the...

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"Have a drink on me!...

"Have a drink on me!"

On white horses a dirty man rode, barrel upon barrel of his liquid gold
Day's were long, winter's...

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FIRST DAY AT WORK

FIRST DAY AT WORK

First day at work don't know what to expect
Given remedial tasks I'm willing to bet
Cleaning...