The minute I sit down to relax
The ideas swarm, reminders
Of things to be done, they attack
My peace, which deserves a kinder
Quieter fate, than this sleepless,
Too-much-on-my-plate state
Of things uncompleted, and weep-less
I am, I cannot cry... There's bills,
Taxes, and other IOUs to pay,
Return the favors, cure the ills,
Day after day after day after day...
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