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past time of men

A day’s work gone by
My body is bruised
Cover in sweat
The Last hour’s whistle is good news
Hang my hat by the door
No work no more….

I can hear her voice as I enter
It sounds cold but refreshing
Dressed in a tin can
Oh what a blessing..
Could it be the nectar of Gods
Or the downfall of many
But I bought it in a 12 pack
So i know there’s plenty