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Work, Eat, Sleep, Repeat

The clock on the wall says half past eight , and I'm going to be late again The clock counts down my earth time and never misses a beat each tick tock is of my life clock, one less breath to breathe It's no fun when you see your life slowly ebb away . work to live, don't live to work, as tomorrow may never come at home at last. you kick the cat and kiss the kids as you walk in greet the wife and ask if she has had a nice day. and sit and eat your tea Its then off to bed so you can do it all again. And as for your kids,well, the bosses will have them doing it all again

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Date: 4/13/2016 7:58:00 PM
Well put Stephen, that is why I cannot wait to retire in about 8 years! I notice if I don't look at the clock so much at work it goes by a little faster thank God! I think we all basically work for the weekends…:)
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