The cockerel crew at break of day.
Bid working men to make their way
to where they earned their honest crust
when hunger drives a man needs must.
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Ah... How sweet to be retired. However, I don't know quite what I would do with myself and so I will continue to obey the cockerel's call. Good poem ivor!
REbel! predestined rebel..... thank you for this.. really not a rebel.. me.. only at times when rebels attack... Rema