Work Day
Roll out of bed
Need to clear my head.
Get dressed
Hope for the best.
A cold wind on my face
Set a brisk pace.
The horses greet me at the gate
I'm never late.
Work is hard
The snow falls heavy.
Thumb sticks out of my glove
Geese fly above.
Change is in the air
Life ain't fair.
Always throwing hay
Today is a work day.
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