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The Ballad of the Grab Guy Beneath the glow of the city lights, Through endless days and sleepless nights, A Grab guy rides, his spirit worn, A quiet hero, tired and torn. His jacket green, his bag in tow, Through rain and heat, he’ll always go. With every ping, his phone’s demand, He races forth, bag in hand. The orders pile, the streets are loud, He weaves through cars, amidst the crowd. The honks, the brakes, the endless glare, Yet still he moves with patient care. A giant burger, a piping stew, A dozen coffees—maybe two. With every drop, his heart feels light, Delivering warmth through the endless night. Yet, shadows linger on his face, The weight of life, the endless chase. For every ride, each mile he earns, A fleeting coin, as his world turns. Oh, Grab guy, with your weary eyes, Your dreams like stars in cloudy skies. May fortune find your humble plight, And lift your burdens, make them light. For though your journey may seem small, You bear the weight of it all. Through every street, each twist and bend, You’re more than just a helping hand. helping hand => helping hand