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WORK
Contributed by
Sushila
on
Monday, 4th April 2011 @ 07:24:06 AM in AEST
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WORK
It is almost ten oclock at night Alone in the office I am sitting tight Trying my best to clear this load of paper.
Work, work, work it never seems to end Deadlines and timelines with no grounds to bend Yearning I am to see the pace getting lessened.
Tomorrow comes with yet another day of tasks Though withered with fatigue, the faces wear masks Enduring the challenges that lies in a hard days work.
Copyright ©
Sushila
... [
2011-04-04 07:24:06] (Date/Time posted on
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