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| Through all the hot or frigid days I do my work in search of praise. If no one sees the job I've done, It really isn't that much fun. When that occurs I look within To give myself a happy grin. That really is no substitute. I want my peers to play a flute In recognition of my work. They should be pleased I did not shirk. And following the rule of gold I'll praise them, too, before they're cold. | ||
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