THE WORK FALLEN

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JOURNAL # 41

vague amusements
exhausted from
the monotony forced
quite liberally worn
the day shines bleak
punch drunk
I stagger
in my perpetual disbelief
while for some
Saturday is but a mere hiccup
for we 'The Work Fallen'
a thorn ridden chore
carelessly infecting....
(June 28 , 2015 12 noon)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

bemoaning the exasperating long Saturday I was working that day. It seemed endless as we were not even remotely busy.

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