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My Knowledge


The knowledge I have in all

seems very basic  in any call

be it in writing or any other

accounting for instance  rather

puts me in a fix all through

I break my head in true

burn the midnight oil

my whole day is in spoil

yet I work and work

redo and rework

all too much in the mind

I lose myself in a kind

dazed and diminished I am