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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=362219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Early Works - Universal Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You wake up in the morning <br>and put your hands behind your head <br>as another day awaits your eager mind, <br>but what job would you choose to find <br>butcher, baker or maybe a preacher <br>writing striking sermons <br>to the multitude it would be read <br>of the peaceful life that eludes <br>without their wars and faults. <br>Maybe not a preacher but a baker instead <br>baking pies, cakes and bread <br>wedding cakes, rolls and steak pies, <br>but even baking has its constant ties. <br>Back to the reality your in <br>maybe a lawyer you might have been <br>questioning the witnesses <br>that the prosecution has brought forward <br>to help beat your case. <br>No its back to the drawing board in your mind <br>to etch another job to find, <br>maybe a policeman’s job would be fine <br>catching murders and thieves<br> by clues he or she leave behind, <br>making sure lorries don’t overload, <br>reforming the bad to good <br>by helping the deeply misunderstood. <br>However, even a policeman’s job has pit falls; <br>maybe a poet’s job isn’t bad at all. <br>Writing romantic words of love <br>about the moon, sun and stars above. <br>Saying words descriptive and sweet <br>to each girl you meet, <br>writing a philosophy on life <br>with its hated and strife, <br>acting a rebel to society <br>with banners and placard, not for me. <br>Maybe a secret agent for me <br>travelling to different countries <br>photographing secret documents, <br>then maybe we’re not all Derek Flints or James Bond, <br>then why not a Beatle maybe <br>with lots and lots of lovely loot <br>and loads and loads of fame <br>with everyone knowing your name. <br>No, I’ll just lay here and dream again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Date unknown (Probably the late 1960s or early 1970s)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q>
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as another day awaits your eager mind, 
but what job would you choose to find 
butcher, baker or maybe a preacher 
writing striking sermons 
to the multitude it would be read 
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