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Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Boot Camp

I have been patient
And now I want to break loose
It is time for leave

But there is work, yet
To be done before the end
There is no rest here

Duties fill my mind
My hands from scrubbing
There is no laughter

There is little joy
Marching under the hot sun.
Day by day by day

Our spirits are stained
We neither wilt nor blossom
Work under pressure

No play-time no fun
Up the hill like Sisyphus  
Dread the daily run

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