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Work and Play


I had

One choice: two options.

Go to Pharmacy School

according to the parents' doctrines.

Or stay in the shop and expand my skill

On the camshafts and valves constantly drill.

Till I decided: do both, have a job AND a hobby

Work behind a counter for cash

For play--work on the chassis and body.

 

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