Industrious hands toil day n night
To put a life together
Indolent hands enjoy the couch
To beat the bearable weather
Ha! What a bizarre world
Deserving go unnoticed
And slog all day long
Toil and toil my dear friend
Till you break n are gone
I wonder why is God unkind
He can't pardon a mercy soul! ! !
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