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Work

by keanulemieszek

Whether it be at a desk Or in a hot field Work is Work Determination is an abstract Ambition has no regulations Work is Work So why? Why does it matter? Your food was made with black hands Your car was forged with white hands Your house was built with tan hands Color is Color Work is Work So why does color matter?
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