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Apr 2015
How come it's always
time to wake up,
go to work.
Pay bills,
fix the car,
and do laundry.
It's never time to
go to bed,
clock out,
smoke a cigarette,
light a joint.

There is never enough time
for the things you enjoy.
Paige
Written by
Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
318
   Lydia
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