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As the working week draws to and end, here is some verse called: The offer of new work Working hours and annual leave, Make the job complete. Working hours and annual leave, Holidays, two days more a year. Working hours and annual leave, A pension to grow and grow. Working hours and annual leave, In day care the kids will go. Working hours and annual leave, I’ll sell my time to them. Annual leave and working hours, Make my mark on their world. Annual leave and working hours, Of me, stories will be told. Working hours and annual leave, Make me, my life – complete? Original material by E! posted by E! @ 2:18 PM
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