A Day's Work - Poem by Sophia White
What ho! A day’s work is done.
Work indeed! For I’ve done none.
No bread is earned, no bacon won,
Oh, the sand of words is run.
For me there’s no appreciation,
For you can’t sell poems to an American.
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