Weather squishes me all around,
People pushing on me now,
However I have done nothing strange,
To deserve this now, this very day.
Today is a new years day,
The first of January, Sunday,
I am here in Norquay park,
Typing my poem on my computer.
The further it gets,
The stranger it is,
Everyday leads to something,
Everyone knows it.
Today The God is at rest,
He is well feed up,
With all together work,
Of everybody who is good.
We do things for fun,
We do things for work,
We learn to respect,
And we do respect one another.
The most high God sees,
He knows everything,
He feels everything,
And so it is then.
Sunday The First
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