Dedicated to a noble profession - accounting - that only recently has been spending sufficient time getting rid of its bad apples:
For too many mornings
The curtains were drawn
It's time they were opened
To welcome the dawn
A voice deep inside
Is getting stronger
I can't keep it quiet any longer.
No matter what happens
It can't be the same anymore.
Monday, August 21, 2006
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