There’s a break coming soon,
I hear everyone all say.
A time when I’ll sleep till noon,
For all that nine-long day.

I can shirk my duties until
The time of break is done.

But even as I stand so still,
Clock hands know to run.

I open my eyes, finally,
And looking around I see
Marathons of duties I forgot,
That after I left to rot,

Are then again within my care
Leaving me now with much to bear.

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