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It is late, I should be asleep, but thoughts go swirling in my head The day has been busy, work is done now, why can’t I relax? Work done, not really! Never a time with nothing to do, Relax is an unknown scenario, feet up, head back,  No Way! Even if it could be, my clock would make me stand at attention Guilty for the laziness running through my bones Oh well, as long as there is a purpose for living, work will be there So as I lie in my comfortable bed, let the busyness swirl, finally to sleep Tomorrow is here
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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It is late, I should be asleep, but thoughts go swirling in my head The day has been busy, work is done now, why can’t I relax? Work done, not really! Never a time with nothing to do, Relax is an unknown scenario, feet up, head back,  No Way! Even if it could be, my clock would make me stand at attention Guilty for the laziness running through my bones Oh well, as long as there is a purpose for living, work will be there So as I lie in my comfortable bed, let the busyness swirl, finally to sleep Tomorrow is here
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
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