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it used to be every morning the worker bee would gather his paperwork put it in his briefcase and don on his hat to tell his wife in dance see you later pollinator but never to return to return his favor for the missus honey i do miss ya but they dismissed us so i'm drowning sorrows at the mead bar and tomorrow casts sorrows upon more sorrows i used to be someone who strived to be a member of the hive but the sex pistols sang god save the queen the fascist regime and now i'm in between being to bee or not to bee but word has it that there's work down south so i'm busy buzzing to pack to go where it's at in Brazil

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Date: 3/18/2020 9:20:00 AM
Sounds like a plan.
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Date: 3/17/2020 10:27:00 PM
I've heard the average young person will have five jobs in their lifetime so mobility is key. I don't think Brazil has the virus so that may be the place to go. Great write my friend. Have a great day.
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