The Train
Please...
My and mines' next meal awaits
My sons school fees awaits
My youngest daughters' shoes await
My nieces' dress awaits
My mothers' medication awaits
My mud huts' repairs await
The winter blankets await
And so does the winter coal
Rosies' next instalment awaits...
Get me to work, I have to be there by eight.
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