Poetry

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As i stood outside as my days work had ended,the
tool sh then closed,and as i peered through the
window pane,looking at one tool that i had intended to obtain,first job and only had a few bob
along came a man,and asked me a question,was i
looking for some tools,why. I said yes,and added i
come from a land next door to yours,he understood
my meaning,said see me here to-morrow evening,and
i will give you then what it is you're needing,
through to his word,he gave me a spirit level,
i thanked him and said that will do fine,but wont
get paid until this friday evening,from this little short story,it just goes to show,but then
that was fifty five years ago,someone who was very generous to me,a good natured friendly stranger,
helped me start off in a land no danger,retired from his own work then,trust he's up in heaven now,
thanks to that good man again,from way back then.
Joe.

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