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His Butler, Poem 7
You and I


You hasten to read a book.
The book is like a paper brick.

I connect to the words,
Each one is filled with meaning.

You slopely complete chores,
Living like a slave till they are done.

I cherish each drop of sweat,
As if the liquid was my reward.

You rush towards the end.

I enjoy the journey.