Cattle by the mile; a tan on my arms.
The work would be biblical.
We are burdened by that great burden.
Somewhere, though, there is poetry,
In finding a task that we love.
You've got to be smart nowadays.
Strong of good mind.
Dexterous in thought and aptitude.
The city is troubling some times.
A wind blows through my office,
There's a computer in your eyes.
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