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Poems About: WORK

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  • 337.
    'Endangered Species (Part One & Two) '

    I walk along the broken streets
    Leaping o’er the cracks beneath my feet
    Trying to stay on solid ground
    But! the money people want to keep me down read more »

    Michael Micmac Mccrory
  • 338.
    Arbeit Macht Frei

    Dark days are all I have
    They took my will, soul, and life
    I sleep only to awake in a nightmare
    Trapped behind black gates read more »

    Josiah Decker
  • 339.
    In transit

    Edit
    In transit
    by Brendon Langeveldt on Tuesday, October 7,2008 at 10: 42pm · read more »

    Brendon Langeveldt
  • 340.
    WORKING CLASS - ZINDABAD

    WORKING CLASS - ZINDABAD

    She is a working lady, intelligent graduate,
    not a white-collar post, nor a BPO read more »

    santhana louis
  • 341.
    Working In The Big Durian

    My friend Kelly said
    with regard to working
    in private high schools read more »

    Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
  • 342.
    Born to Work

    I wasn’t born to work you know,
    Not like a snail is born to slime,
    Pecuniary incarceration.....
    That should be a crime! read more »

    Cathie Tufnail
  • 343.
    To Those Who Concern

    Migrant workers from developing Third World
    Move to developed countries for all sorts of work
    They may be professionals or just basic workers
    Trying to fill their pockets a little much tighter. read more »

    Han Min Ohn
  • 344.
    Rest

    Work, then rest
    Is a commandment from GOD.
    Obey,
    You will enjoy your life. read more »

    Michael Tunduli
  • 345.
    Thank You Lord For Work

    For work, we thank You Lord
    Indeed it is a blessing.
    To buy the things we can afford,
    A source of income for our living. read more »

    Cynthia BuhainBaello
  • 346.
    o...what...?

    women are


    works... read more »

    otteri selvakumar
  • 347.
    Ballade Of The Paid Puritan

    In vain with whip and knotted cord
    The hirelings of hypocrisy
    Would make us comely for the Lord:
    Think ye God works through such as ye-- read more »

    Richard Le Gallienne
  • 348.
    No Beer, No Work

    The shades of night was fallin’ slow
    As through New York a guy did go
    And nail on ev’ry barroom door
    A card that this here motter bore: read more »

    Ellis Parker Butler
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