Margaret Hankins Poems

Every morning I get up at eight,
And get dressed in a hurry so that I won't be late,
To go to the job centre and join the queue,
Of people who have no job to go to. I look at the boards but theres nothing for me,
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I'm all alone in the depths of despair,
I look around but no-one is there,
No-one to give me the comfort I need,
No-one to listen, no one to heed. I really feel the need for a friend,
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