Drabba-Dabba-Doo: A Life In Park

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Working long days for weeks for short pay is the story
Of living in drudgery, a life with no glory:
On the way home from work, stopping at the corner store.
Buy some beer to have with meat and potatoes galore.
Reclining on a tan sofa with your propped up feet,
Watching the daily news, reading emails as you eat.

Tomorrow is another day of an old routine.
It's another gray day with grinding of the machine.
Stagnation and monotony weigh upon the mind
On a day so drab and gray, drier than a pork rind.

Some day the sand quarry of today may be no more.
It may be a spacious home that overlooks the shore.
You do the grind, but on your mind are peaches and cream.
Paradise you may not realize, but it's okay to dream.

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