Photographs and Mission Mass


And mission mass:

The lessons we have learnt.


Sit fireside,

Beware! You may get burnt.

A penny

For your thoughts, my dear?

And life will get you down;

It’s valuable,

The gold advice,

So I’m not sorry if you frown.

Lunchtime hours,

And clock counting,

There are memories in our past.

The End

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