Tired, weary, aching muscles
Working hard through life we bussel
Trying to survive another day
Making ends meet in whichever way
Nose to the grindstone where we grind our fingers
No let up no chance to linger
Obsticals in my way designed to hinder
But we keep pushing on to the other side
With a work like ethic that will see us struggle to we die.
fauxcroft 
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