Working hard, the whole year through,
you can hardly wait, until vacation time
is due. Time to get away, from everyday
strife and look forward to enjoy, better
things in life! Perhaps it may be, for just
a week or two. But when you'll return,
you'll be, as good as new. Problems,
that you were not able to take, suddenly,
will become a piece of cake! Due to the
fact you had time to rest, get away from
the daily grind. Your whole demeanor,
will change and no longer, will you feel
in a bind. Vacations, are what the doctor
ordered. It's great as long, as they are
here. And if we were able to have our
way, we'd have them, twice a year!
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