Working Man
My sweet working loving man
If he didn't work a 9-5
he'd find another job quickly
Nope no idle hands
calises from one hard working man
He loves me, I love him
Money is no where as rich,
as what the heart feels between me and him
Love has flourished its evolved,
it will keep on doing it until
the last time I close my eyes.
To leave things behind for the kids
is only a dream.
Hoping and believing that it will someday change.
Hoping and dreaming, I am determined to
attain the dreams.
I am tired of the obstacles, hey someone
look at me.
Help me
With grants that work or something.
Links only take me to pay s and h
of non-active grants in my state..
Hello here yes me..peering into your room.
Do you know anything.
Copyright © Teresa Galliani | Year Posted 2009
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