Unions Are a Gift of Our Own Giving
|Unions are a gift of our own
Nor can we stand without a common spine.
Immense together, miniscule alone;
Organized, a mountain; else a stone;
Needing us to get what's yours and mine:
So must all join that each might make a living.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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