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Sit down. Look around.

A rough day in the city. Or small town.

You look forward to those days. Friday.

Saturday, Sunday. Not Monday.

Okay. A new week. Let's go.

Winter Time. Drive slow on the slick snow.

Clock in. Clock out. 5 days.

40 hours a.k.a. work week craze.

Its all good. Work hard. No shame.

Life is so hard. It is no game

Did you wake up and tackle the day to the ground?

Or did you,

Sit down. And look around? 

 

 

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