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 Oh I am neither rich nor poor,
 No worker I dispoil;
Yet I am glad to be secure
 From servitude and toil.
For with my lifelong savings I Have bought annuity; And so unto the day I die I'll have my toast and tea.
When on the hob the kettle sings I'll make an amber brew, And crunch my toast and think of things I do not have to do.
In dressing-gown and deep arm-chair I'll give the fire a poke; Then worlds away from cark and care I'll smoke and smoke and smoke.
For I believe the very best Of Being is the last; And I will crown with silver zest My patience in the past.
Since compensation is the law Of life it's up to me To round the century and draw My Life Annuity.

Poem by Robert William Service
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