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Mar 2015
There is no sweat on my brow
no callouses on my hands
blood letting cuts or bruises.
That is all over for me now;
a past life of hard physical labour.
The question is am I working
to any kind of maximum
while all these things are absent.
Written by
nivek
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   SamanthaW, --- and ---
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