LABOUR DAY
This day, your day, You whose hammer knocks the nail into the wood Restless fabricators who dare the forge And its raging fire This day, your day, Toilers on the
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This day, your day, You whose hammer knocks the nail into the wood Restless fabricators who dare the forge And its raging fire This day, your day, Toilers on the
We bleed when cut We burn when ignited We breathe to live We cleanse the air We are the boundless family Of a million folks The tangled tales of countless
“God does not listen to the prayer of those who wage war*” Proclaimed the Pontiff His hand steady on his Staff His faith confirmed by kindly fact His voice steady
APRIL FOOL OR APRIL DREAM? I woke up today To a magical astonishment My room was strangely bright My laughter loud like a waterfall My refrigerator was humming My television
Elfin Song “I may never live Beyond the age of forty” The Elf once said In a moment blue and very dark “Flowers bloom their best Before