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Without a Warning
by Joe CramerMy blood thickens,
It begins to boil.
My heart quickens
Over this toil.
What you have said
Is simply just wrong.
What was in your head?
Within my world, you do not belong 03/03/2009 Author's Note: ... I loathe my work.... it does not define me....
Posted on 03/04/2009
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/04/09 at 12:08 PM Very few of us like our work. I was a stay-at-home Mom and I enjoyed having the luxury of raising my kids. When I did work, I worked retail and hated every minute of it! |
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