Diligently applying my skills
To reap a reward to pay my bills
no time for fun or frills
Until you crossed my mind
Meticulously taking care
Of a task appearing bare
No time to dream or stare
Have to focus on the grind
Painstakingly performing labour
Whether or not I have the vigour
Cannot think about a saviour
Who is sweet, and loving and kind
It's all work and no play
Or that is what the people say
But be that as it may
You have just crossed my mind
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