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What is work?
What is work to you and me
Its different to everyone you see
To some housework doesnt count
However much the washing pile keeps on mount
To others work would be looking after a child
But to some others would see this as work and wild
Everything in life can be seen as work or fun
Does it matter as long as whats needed gets done
Micron
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The Pit
Working deep inside the pit
My body covered in all kinds of grit
Digging deep for blooming coal
Working out my heart and soul
Working here since just a lad
Taking after my old dad
Starting work before daylight
And coming out when its night
Walking down our gas lit street
Coal dust on my hands and feet
The coal fire roaring and burning bright
Enough to take us through the night
Sitting in our old zinc bath
Hot water fresh from the hearth
Sitting till I go all wrinkled
Oh blooming hell I need to tinkle
01 02 2009
Chellaston
Jim O'Donnell
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we the busy ones
we proclaim
we are the busy ones
they call us the
bees
we work all day
extending our arms and legs
to the night
we work till dawn
we too make love
we compose ourselves
arrange our faces
like flowers and leaves
and twigs
we work and work
till we find that
rest....
don't think of death
go find another date
gather the ripe dates
in the desert
have a big plate
savor the taste in your palate.
RIC S. BASTASA
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RELATIONSHIP BREAKDOWN
Let not the bonds be broken
Let not the jealousy awoken
Let not the heart be broken
Let all trust not be forsaken
In truth it takes work
In truth it may work
In truth both must work
In truth then it works
Philo Yan
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