archie langford - Holidays

Hoidays are very well
But like all else they have to end,
And we must leave their magic spell-
We slaves of life and condesend
to once more bend our sun-burned backs,
To honest labour, sweat and toil.
The miner and the steeple-jack,
The builder, those who tend the soil.
And commit to memory moments dear,
And plan for another one next year.

archie langford

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