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Sep 2013
I can't wait to take retirement from my job
the day in day out grind makes me sob
after forty odd years of laboring real hard
I'll be a proud carrier ofΒ Β pensioner's card

to put the feet up and relax will be so grand
no longer will I be at a job's constant demand
twill be a fantastic celebratory day
the day I give all my labor's away
Elizabeth Squires
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Elizabeth Squires
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