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Another day,
Has come my way;
No time to pray,
I cannot stay.
My time to go,
The clock does show;
Busy you know,
The rat race woe.
In the bathroom,
A loud ka-boom;
Flushing to tomb,
The car goes zoom.
Such a slow load,
Jamming the road;
Slow as a toad,
Wish for fast mode.
Made it to work,
I feel like a jerk;
The front desk clerk,
Does know my quirk.
I stop and think,
Coffee to drink;
Cup in the sink,
The clerk does wink.
She fills my cup,
Asks me what's up;
I take a sup,
Of no letup.
It is a crime,
As slaves to time;
How can we climb,
To God in rhyme.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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