WORK, Work, work

Why can’t money be free? Why can’t money grow on a tree? Wouldn’t that be lovely? Actually, why do we need money? Sharing is caring, and it’s sweet like honey. Maybe a trade? I trade my goods, you trade your goods. If only we could. Everyone has some kind of talent! I don’t think it’ll be a challenge. Though working is fun, you get to meet different people. It’ll just be fun, to have a sequel. I’m just talking crap. I’ll be at work tomorrow, excitingly ready to yap.

I like nice things, and work provides the way. Don’t take me seriously, I like to play!

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