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DAYS OVER

Poetry By: poewhit
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Tags: Poetry, Poem


WHEN THE BELL RINGS.


Submitted:Jan 14, 2008    Reads: 164    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


It calls again.

My work friend.

Singing my song.

Workday over, now belong.

Cry into another day.

Work wages - the pay.

Plight of many man.

Only to walk on beach sand.

So the days over.

Stop to pick a clover.

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JESUS SAVES





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