Whistle while you work,
I seem a selfish jerk.
My plate weighs a ton,
So please bask in the fun,
And " The I miss you" that hides in my smirk.
A week full of bull,
I have still yet to pull.
But see we are winning,
For this is only beginning. (hardly, but you know: -)
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