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Sep 1
I dreamt that I was working, putting in a hard shift
It was exhausting
When my alarm clock rang I was relieved
I thought it was the quitting time bell
But of course, when I opened my eyes
I found I had a whole day ahead of me, to live
I thought "This life it's trying to **** me
It ain't fair!
Hell! They hadn't even paid me for last night".
It's getting bad when you dream you're working LoL.
Written by
Bardo  62/M/Ireland
(62/M/Ireland)   
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     guy scutellaro and Ken Pepiton
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