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O me, o my! The world is sorrow For I have quite a struggle tomorrow Wandering incredulously for truth Why I am here to do I have no proof Woe is me, I have to think all day Working aimlessly is the only way? Me thinkest I must be a poor soul Animal and child have no such cold The Powerful Force bequeathed me a ban: No progress without the plight of man
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Plight of Man
O me, o my! The world is sorrow For I have quite a struggle tomorrow Wandering incredulously for truth Why I am here to do I have no proof Woe is me, I have to think all day Working aimlessly is the only way? Me thinkest I must be a poor soul Animal and child have no such cold The Powerful Force bequeathed me a ban: No progress without the plight of man
A simple satirical piece about self-proclaimed burden carriers.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
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