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WORK: award winner
Work and work and work and work, No time to play or rest; For worship and prayer no time, No time to play or jest. Why must we work all the time? Why not take life easy? In daily rigmarole why Should we be so busy? Too much work and no play does Make a human crazy Why not on a sunny beach Lie down and feel lazy? But, alas! The constant work Has killed all my spirit, Though I may take vacation, I shall not enjoy it. I think some are made to work And some, just to enjoy. I was put in the first lot. No doubt it was His ploy. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. • Awarded First Prize in the Willy's Whimsical Words Contest, "Invalid Item" • Initially written as entry 439505 in the book MISCELLANEA "MISCELLANEA" M C Gupta 10 July 2006
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