Coming to work is like have a crap,
You do it every day,
It's just the minor details that are different,
And that's all I've got to say.
Pretty much true, isn't it?
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Excuse me if I'm in front, Or behind on a poem each day, Sometimes the real world intrudes, And that's all I have to say.
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