The simplistic life,
not much thought involved,
go to work,
then come home,
after the day is done,
with your job,
spend some time chatting,
over dinner,
a little lite entertainment,
then go to bed,
then repeat,
forty hours a week,
fifty two weeks a year,
until your simply dead.
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