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The Working Man
He wakes every morning before the rooster crows
He gets up and puts on his work clothes
He moves a little slower
His smile hangs a little lower
He knows he’s getting older
He can feel it in his shoulders
Not one to complain
He works through the pain
He doesn’t mind
It’s all part of the daily grind
He does what he does
All for the ones he loves
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Thomas Criner
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