When the Clock Strikes Nine to Five: A Journey Through the Hours

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In the silence of the morning light,
We rise to face the daily grind,
The office doors, the endless fight,
To keep our dreams and hopes aligned.

As hours pass, the tasks unfold,
Each moment brings a new demand,
Amidst the deadlines, we are bold,
With every click and keystroke planned.

Lunchtime comes, a brief reprieve,
We gather strength, we breathe anew,
In shared stories, we believe,
That work is more than just a cue.

When evening falls, the day is done,
We leave the desks, the screens behind,
The journey home, the setting sun,
Reminds us of the peace we find.

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