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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.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 27-Aug-02/9:06 PM
You just said that. Do you feel hurt when people criticise your poetry? I do not feel hurt when people criticise mine. Perhaps you post poetry as some sort of life-affirming experience, or as therapy, or to gain approval. Otherwise I cannot see why you would be hurt. I will hit you with the cat and mother if you post that comment again.




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