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JOBLESS
Come Monday morning without warning
Your boss decides to let you go.
As you listen to each and every word
The blood in your veins increases its flow.
You worry about family with all their needs
And, oh my what will my wife do and say.
Your heart is heavy and your throat is dry
While you wonder if you’ll make it through the day.
There's a house, two cars, doctor bills and credit cards
All who expect to be paid.
What little you’ve saved will soon be gone
And for the outcome of all, your afraid.
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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