You Want a Job That Flyes By

You want a job that flies by, so you look at your watch and say, oh, men, seems like id just got here now it's time to go already. Does that squeeze out more from life, to slow down time with boredom and tedium? I've pondered this and have reached no good conclusion. Meanwhile, the sun passes me. The speaker in her gown and shawl made of these thin, gauzy fabrics. I'm starting to feel like she might be sort of ghost. May be a corpse, if you're macob,. But anyway, someone who is almoster self, like the wind in this carriage of hers. Next two stanzas return