EarningsA Poem by BlotterEarnings Why we do it we don't know. We do it, still; ad infinitum.
The grind, the slog, the refuse of our labor.
Leave your sweat, your soul, your being, on the ground when you are done.
In receipt: paycheck.
You're welcome.
See you Monday.
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Added on April 6, 2013 Last Updated on April 6, 2013 |

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