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Two HeadsEcclesiastes 4:7-12 I see things all the time in being handled, Unknown for what purpose under the sun; Without a son or a brother sort of riddled, Working within solitude merely just as one. There is never any end to all of his work, Because since he has never enough wealth; Slaving in the scorching heat like a jerk, And having no regard at all for his health. Who would work for him for his pleasure? Since it just would not be making any sense; For someone to help build up his treasure, And his bank account with dollars and cents. But two are better than one a reward great, Since the work could be done twice as fast; The burden can be divided in equal weight, Allowing the work with not being as vast. God did not put us here for to work alone, Rather to be able to go and share the load; For the more seeds that have been sown, The greater yield shall be for your abode. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2005 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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