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Awake at four, he rises, lights the fire And puts the kettle on for a cup of tea Pulls on the work-stained overalls he shed Only a few exhausted hours before Working a shutdown stretch of twelves and sevens Maybe he’ll make enough for Christmas this year: Wonderful gifts for his family still asleep He slips out silently through the back door His wife and children are disappointed in him Because he doesn’t do enough for them
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
The Workman's Aubade
Awake at four, he rises, lights the fire And puts the kettle on for a cup of tea Pulls on the work-stained overalls he shed Only a few exhausted hours before Working a shutdown stretch of twelves and sevens Maybe he’ll make enough for Christmas this year: Wonderful gifts for his family still asleep He slips out silently through the back door His wife and children are disappointed in him Because he doesn’t do enough for them
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
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