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SingleServingJack
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The thing I hate
There’s no choice for me, nothing to do
I pack my things and just pull through
Just like you all, I don’t like the road
Leave all behind, and carry the load
The sun makes it a lot easier to accept
If it were cold, then I would be mad
Sooner, than later, guess what kicks in?
Exactly, it’s the boredom’s ugly grin
I’m already back, much time to spare
Getting to bed, is an afternoon fare
You read, you think, you lay around
You really try not to seem down
The green pack is here and so is hope
That this afternoon still can be dope
Visit the kitchen, then go to bed
Witness the silence, nothing is said
It’s calm and quiet and I go to sleep
And this is the kind, you can call deep
Your eyes open, you’re happy it’s black
However the clocks quickly put you on track
It’s like this three times too many
The fourth time is here and I’m just about ready.