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A Day

He never thought A day will come Over his thirty years service, He will be insulted And kicked out By his junior owner, Last full week Weather was freezing all, But the junior owner Enjoyed the whole week With his feather pillows And a healthy young body, Delivered his message A young lad came always With his new order, But a poor old life, Feeds the cattle’s And removed their mess. It was a sunny day, The sheep’s were grazing In the field, He was standing on the rock Looking into the sky And speaking with someone, I never seen you But you are great. Nobody had control This Air is free, I can breathe freely Can sing and talk I always embraced When it came to me,

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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