Must the dessert be last?
I remember reading a story about a Pacific island
Of people who lived almost entirely on
Their sledges fell on gaping wood.
And girls looked like paused lips,
And the sun shone even at night.
Sweat adulterated the workers,
all of whom sang,
"We must in, We must out,
Almighty, we must do both, for You,
And never stop."
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