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Something to Do | ||
| When there are no jobs to do I feel a little sad. Everything is done and through; I should be feeling glad. Something in me wishes I Had something I must do. Then the minutes would fly by, Not stick to me like glue. God, through kindness, wanted me To take a little rest. I should not ungrateful be! I'm feeling at my best. | ||
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