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This poem is something that came up to me after listening roost of my coworkers talk to me abou- well, work. I do not see it as a negative thought, but merely a simple lifestyle.

Submitted:Jan 10, 2014    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Despite the tepid weather, the day goes by in dismally The frigid thoughts of the routine, the bitter knowledge of what isn't new. Not a random moment or a surprising event to disregard what we call a brand new day. Only routine labor to fill a lifetime left without dismay.


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