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Not really, anyway

The Sun doesn’t know what name we give its arrival

It doesn’t know a morning from a night

A day from a week

An hour from a lifetime

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The chickens don’t know the work week starts today

They don’t know they’ve had the weekend off

They might even lay their eggs on the Sabbath

Should the need arise

Not knowing they should abstain from work

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The trees don’t yearn for a vacation

They don’t know what overtime is

They will never know how to check their email

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And I in my office chair

Chugging caffeine in my khakis

Waiting for the weekend by the minute

I wish I didn’t know either