Every morning,
At an ungodly hour,
Up I am with the sun,
Why? You ask!
Why, oh Why? I ask too,
Just as the other do,
I work for a living,
Though it now seems,
I live for working!
Aren’t the two,
One and the same?
It shouldn’t be!
To strive for that
Is the ultimate goal.
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