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Wednesday, March 30, 2022

Every time, time after time

 Every time, time after time,

I get to the same plight,

Not a word of appreciation,

Complain and just complain I find.


Is this the land of thanklessness

Maybe it is a pit as I find,

Only fingers pointing at me,

Pointing at consequences dire.


Tired yet not defeated,

Sinking yet sunk,

Praying to Lord Almighty,

From morn to dusk.

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