The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock.

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For I have known them all already, known them all;
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,                       50
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

As I go to work at my silly part time job, this poem comes to mind.
I will be pouring coffee for eight hours and smiling.

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