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Jan 2012
In the morning, I have to go back to work.
Wear my uniform, crisp white shirt.
Smart black trousers, polish my boots.

Wiping the breakfast from my tie.
Putting on my hi vis coat.
Always get a lump in my throat.

Never know what I may have to do.
Our father which are in heven.
Help me through this day.

Keep me and other safe this day.
Dear God, that is all I have to say.
See you sunday then I will pray.
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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