"Tears of Love" poetry by Lee midi by Lee When I come from Winter Haven, I worked at Lee’s Fried Chicken, Mechanic was my job, But this was, My Beginning. They showed me all the sinks, Each one a special plan, There is where I worked, And my new life, now began. One manager made potato salad, Who always loved to deviate. He would add so many Onions, He thought, that we’d appreciate. Along would come the boss, To check His special blend, I’ve always liked this job, And to smell your work, my friend, This Love of Labor brings me, So many tears into my eyes, Though, I resist with all my might, It always makes me cry. So if there is a moral to this story, Our tears may show Our Love, But the only thing that matters, Is that they come from God above. INDEX INDEX Click for TagsBySherrie = * Index & Resources Page * = "Gout" Home: Lee's Story Time Lee's Story Time 2 Lee's Story Time 3 Lee's Story Time 4 Roses for Mama by Harold & Margaret Plass Teddy Bear by Rdmnx Audio Bible For Reading & Listening Pleasure Web Search.com 25 Search engines to find anything Web building help Web Search Thank you for visiting my page at Angelfire. Please come back and visit again! Email: weaser205@cs.com
