Fri, 02 Dec 2022
| last modified Thu, 01 Jan 2026
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A sleepyleb lounges,
Enchanted by the prospect of no more commutes,
And much less muchness.
The daily clamour is a racket three times more than not,
Its a great dance and parade,
Great fun and great games.
Nevertheless, after work comes great rest,
And after rest great fun.
It's the natural rhythm of things.
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