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My Old Job

I used to work all night And I slept all day Sometimes I even Forgot to pray I liked my job It was plain to see I liked to work With the elderly They made me feel good Even in a mess It was a nice warm feeling I hope God will bless The patients with love To give and to share I can tell the people That it's me...I care So if you're near And you need a friend Go to a nursing home It's a friend 'til the end

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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