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father Worked Nights (Free verse) by poetandknowit

father lived in a factory. he would pound, pound and pound all night long, never stopping, never saying why. Laugh and scream, pound and pound -- no lunch hour, not even a coffee break. Pound and pound, using the cat and mother for his steel.

anagram 27-Aug-02/7:37 PM
Hate to state the obvious but given the title of the piece it was it would seem written by somebody's child.




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