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Some busy task you still pursue, nor seem to care a jot
Whether there's anything to do or whether there is not.
As business man or counsellor your ardour never cools,
You're busy driving bargains or as busy driving mules.
'Tis unemployment that you dread: that evil circumvent,
My busy friend, by dying; for that job is permanent.
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