Job 600
'Job 600', 'Job 600'!
Of a high building with 600 rooms;
But marry me like a star and let me lead you on,
For, this job is still at hand in the land of my muse.
In this life, if you are not part of the solution then,
You will be part of the problem;
Because, my love to you is like 'Job 600'!
But, the steps ahead of me are full of troubles.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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