Each Day Has a Blessing
	Back to Work, Such as it is
	Reverberations of the Redeemed
	The Wow of Woes and Wonders
	Marvelous God
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	STOMPED, not STOPPED!

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I Dread Mondays with a Passion!

Oh how I hate Mondays
That relinquishing of my relative freedom
To return to a chaotic world
of labor and stress
to have to refocus my thoughts and energies
to please another in a cause
that I am not so much in favor of
but one must eat and bills need paying
and so weekly and yest weakly
I must face this return to the
shackles of my supposed dignity
to slave away and at time
crack the whip at others
to try to get the work out and
be profitable to those who give
me the privilege of having to
face another Monday!
ugh!

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