The New Owls In Town
Late nights over early mornings.
We pride ourselves in earnings,
from tirelessly overworking,
breaking ourselves entirely,
rewards keep us company,
as they set the bar higher,
for the next spread of sheets.
Like creatures of the night,
we pile up the work load,
once the sun sets for the moon,
as stars twinkle twinkle on cue.
Time will tell a tale as expected,
maybe tomorrow too soon.
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