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MY SON WORKS SO HARD ....

Matt a son to be proud of getting up at the crack of dawn
to carry on with a hard days work and what does he get
for his plight when he works hard with all his might
he sweats, hard with the pots and pans but nobody comes
to lend a hand my son matthew a very kind person
he alway's thinks of other's and not of himself
all these years he labours the years and what was the price
matthew is up again at the crack of dawn just because he
likes to lend a hand what a man .....

by Rosalind Heather Smith/ Alexander