Long Work your fingers to the bone Poems

I feel like I live in a dark and dreary cave because drugs are my master and I am it's slave. I use all my day trying to calm that crave, or it wont let...

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Dear God,
Can't watch cartoons without tearing up,
Can't look at a toy without hurting
Can't listen to a song without thinking of her,
Can't live on earth or in heaven
without her here with me!
She is my angel,
my love...

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I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty,
But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!"
Gas cost 30 cents per gallon and hamburger was 19 cents a...

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Loyal to her husband, church and kids
How can I start to explain all that she did?
I speak these words because they are true
Grandma never did less than she could possibly do
Just like our body is...

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Oh my what do I see
We keep repeating the same misery 
We push ourselves to the brink 
Only to find ourselves in the red

We work our fingers too the bone 
Heaven is a place we...

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I work my fingers to the bone
Every day of my life
To make things better than what I had
For my children and my wife

Then fate steps in and takes it away
In the twinkling of an eye
Huddled...

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“Election Day” 
by:  Eric L. Boddie

By plane, train, bus, car or boat 

I’ll travel the Earth to win your vote 

I can’t say when I’ll finish, but I know when I’ll start 

From this...

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Death is sick and tired of dying
and yet he wakes up at the crack of dawn
and put's on his noose necktie
and stiches his broken, beating and battered heart
and looks in the mirror,
the mirror breaks in...

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A SILENT SLUMBER TOOK MY HEART TO A DREAMLAND
MY OWN THOUGHTS CAME UP AND A DREAM STARTED TO PLAY
A RISING SUN IN A NEW DAY MEANT THE DAWN OF A PERFECT DAY
I NEVER HOPE TO...

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These words are very powerful and should give you food for thought
We will always stand by our morals and never let our liberties be bought
We fight for what we believe and work our fingers to...

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Lyrics by Shannon Farlouis Music and Vocals by David Reinstein/Associated Content.com



I work my fingers to the bone,
all day long, all day long.
Then I'll find my way back home.
Something is going to come my way,
Yeah! I...

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These days it's clearly the fashion
To tell college grads: "Follow your passion."
Yet consider this quick note of caution:
  Make sure with your passion you'll cash in.

        ...

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My Prayer
by Rick Rucker

I have said a silent prayer,
To The One that is Up There,

That I will always be,
The man that you want to see, 

Coming Home to you at night,
After my daily freeway fight.

That...

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A woman’s work is never done
although they do it all for fun,
while men just idle through the day
convinced that they all earn their pay.

When work is done and men go home
it’s time for them to...

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I used to say I love you, many years ago –
My passion-cries were wings of flight!
Like burning arrows pierced upon a snowy night,
I loosed my songs to let you know.

So long ago! So many years...

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Come live with me, and be my mistress!
No old-fashioned “man and wife”!
We’ll share the things you have in common …
Who wants to live the single life?

Come live with me, and do my washing.
Cook my dinner,...

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I don’t need to have food to eat
Or have a drop of water to drink
I can’t feel what it is to be blue
All I need is you!

The sun doesn’t need to shine
No reason to shade...

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Don’t give me no lip,
Just lend me your ears.
You ask me how did I not trip
On life through the years.
Here, my friend, is what I do.
This is the secret I give to you.
When I am...

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We're getting ready, for a big operation.
It's all across the nation.
And you know, we'll be working hard..

Motivate-Vate-Vate-Vate...
Keep on going.
Keep on rolling.
Keep it moving everyday..

We'll generate some power.
We'll work it every hour.
Work our fingers to the...

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I'm a country boy, american made.
I work my fingers to the bone and barely get paid.
I've had heartache in the days gone by.
While they're lost and gone.
A broken hearted melody is the only song.
As time...

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She sold her soul 
For a dollar
She washed folks’ clothes
For the mighty dollar
Left her kids untended
Barely fed, bewildered
In tears, questioning everything
For the mighty mighty……
Left her man for someone new
Who’d pay the rent when it was...

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