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Redundancy

I had a little job once it kept us all alive, although we had some awful bills just trying to survive. Was not a life of luxury I didn't earn a lot, but we survived quite happily and knew that some could not. Then one day came the dreaded news, “your jobs no longer there,” I'm sure you know its for the best, you see, "we really care!". If we don't sack just half of you there'll be no jobs for us, so take this money, go away, try not to make a fuss. The package paid off all our bills and now we're left with nought, except a mortgage and two kids plus several things we bought. I'll get another job I said I try both night and day, but until then we must survive on my wife's part-time pay. And so we battle onwards now accustomed to our plight, I'm sure this winter of despair must turn to summer’s light. If you're contented in your work and coping now quite fine be ready if some future day your job expires; .....like mine. Ivor G Davies

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Date: 2/5/2016 10:15:00 AM
You have a way with words that is very unique... I like your style... If you add more spiritual aspects , it becomes masnavi!! very nice Ivor
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