Work and Play
Six legged workers under the sun,
Doing things we can’t.
They won’t stop, there’s much to be done;
We can learn much from the ant.
Birds flying around in the air,
Swooping and flying so absurd;
Flying around without any care
We can learn much from the bird.
There’s a time to work during the day;
Things need to be done,
But there’s also a time to play,
It’s just not number one.
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Benjamin P.S. is a being of immense integrity, habitually semi-boisterous, sans ostentatiousness, and sibling to seven. He is skilled in the art of art, melodic and harmonious in music. Seldom garrulous; it is somewhat a rarity for this bizarre being to be heard uttering anything auxiliary a grunt. This individual has a great extent of outlandish schemes being administrated in his psyche; but you only see the translucent structure, you encompass a diminutive amount of his true form- only some is illuminated within your perception.
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