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Eh, I'm homeless and jobless right now, but I do have really good bosses who want me back when I sort my life out. It's nice to be appreciated, especially when you work your *** off...
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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