Sunday, I sit on a park bench.
I drink a cup of tears, then laugh.
Sorrow escapes the saddest to knock on my door.
Slings and arrows!
Slings and arrows!
My name is Job, and I get by on time.
I push my way, day to day, to the next high.
God, why have you sent me Outrageous Fortune?
Slings and arrows!
Slings and arrows!
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i really like this 2nd line..
ReplyDeleteyupp.
ReplyDeleteI does has to agree with Sarah.
[even if she looks funny.]
:D