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#antiwork
hello my pal! my friend! my guy! lets gather round’ the camp for tea i’ll sing to you my dearest song if you’ll sit with me for the long i often don’t see much of you or any now since i’ve been blue. the days are running rather thin i wonder how this could have been. before i start my silly tune i must profess a word to you or several words, i realize now i hate my job i often frown. but do not fret for its a job where money is made yet not for long i’ll quit this job i’ll quit it now i’ll quit tomorrow how does that sound? or might i live in misery with i, with you, this cup of tea! if this is misery, then please forgive me but i don’t see this all seems fairly nice to me, this all seems fairly nice to me.
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Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 9:50 PM UTC
i hate my job