What of worth would work in words
Rather fashion wood for purpose
Waste no thing no thought or deed
We can't afford to squander time
Life so precious, one so small
All must work to push the world
Forward better stronger always
Little by bit to come together
None can spare the selfish and
Yet maybe are they foolish
Who can say what value lies
In the hands of a dreamer
And the thoughts of a working man?
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