Regel Posted April 20, 2006 Report Share Posted April 20, 2006 I am the tool you sometimes need Though I struggle toil and breathe Embroiled in tasks that make me seethe Removing knots from a complex weave. A dull axe from years of use And still I suffer your abuse Maybe someday I'll cut loose Escape what feels like a noose Will there ever come a day When I finally could say "Keep your money I can't stay." Turn around and walk away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted April 20, 2006 Report Share Posted April 20, 2006 *hugs* i wish i could say take this job and shove it too Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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