Sunday, 24 July 2016

All I know is ...

That when I work, my mind clears right up and starts to operate again,
And it's then that I seem to be able to make sense of this world.
An honest day's pay for an honest day's work;
Wrestle it to the ground today, tomorrow and the next day,
And never stop believing in the restorative powers of work.

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