No Rest For The Wicked II

No Sundays,
No Holidays,
Nothing -
When there's work
And more of it.

Still she sees
The lighter side of life.

And laugh heartily
Behind the veil,
Which she wears to protect herself
From the deadly fumes and dust
Emanating from the STONE CRUSHER
Which one day might choke
The life out of somebody.

Tried this in cognito from afar behind a bush. However, my presence was felt by them soon. Particularly, this laughing one, who seems to take me for a 'tickle down her belly' or take me for 'a funny break' from her mundane monotonous routine!