Benjamin Franklin King, Jr. ( 2 of 2 )
We seem to exist in a hazardous time,
Driftin' along here through space;
Nobody knows just when read more
We seem to exist in a hazardous time,
Driftin' along here through space;
Nobody knows just when we begun,
Or how fur we've gone in the race.
Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear out but clothes,
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Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear out but clothes,
To keep one from going nude.