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I am working, from Friday at 4pm till Monday at 7am.
I have to. Or go and get a cup and stand on the street.
So a job is a good thing.
There are no holidays...just days.
I am working, from Friday at 4pm till Monday at 7am.
I have to. Or go and get a cup and stand on the street.
So a job is a good thing.
There are no holidays...just days.
Your post ^ reminded me of something from six years ago...
"Little June" had a final project to hand in prior to his graduating from high school. The assignment entailed a compilation of visual arts, music, poetry, and the student's own writings. He only showed it to me because he had gotten the highest grade in the class, and his professor told him that he had never given as high a grade as he had given "Little June" in his 22 years of teaching...I am not posting this because I am a "proud mother" (although I suppose I am) but rather, because I remember reading through what Little June handed in. Part of what he included in the assignment was the song below. --Which I remember listening to. And crying, as I did.
And thinking that all I had hoped for on the day that he was born had somehow been accomplished. -The credit all belonging to him.
...listen to this to the very end...what a beautiful voice!
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