The Museum Awaits...
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The clock is ticking,
Time's running out.
Got to hurry,
Of that no doubt.
The museum awaits,
I hold above.
To do the job,
I truly love.
I work with people,
Talented and inspiring.
All good friends,
Who are never tiring.
All good people.
Who strive and endeavour.
These friendships made,
Will last forever.
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