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To all the people who are forced to work rather than live: Stress is the side effect of life squanderously spent; Of undue labor, toil, and strife; Why do we demand so much sweat in this life?
The table stays the wood is grey  a light sull yellowed tingy yellow brown when on the bench  the hobo sleeps the homo weeps the political correctness steeps and for weeks and weeks
  Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank                 Parents diving into their savings bank
To Confront someone about a problem Is something people must take solemn. Futile, I know my efforts may be in vein but I intend to undertake and let my words reign.
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