I find that I'm still working away,
Pushing myself through day after day
And doing it since I need all the pay
That I can get my hands on.
I feel like a time that's pushed 'round the board,
While the ones who are pushing gather their hoard
And, in their doing, come to be adored
Whatever square the piece lands on.
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