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I’m at my desk.

Desk is the work place.

Desk is the plastic coated MDF that brings eventual wage slip.

I will face my desk.

I will permit the work to pass over me and though me.

When the deadlines have gone pass I will turn my review sheet to see its path,

and where the work has gone there will be bugfixes,

and I will remain.

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