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father Worked Nights
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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.
god'swife
27-Aug-02/10:11 PM
Anotherday242: on your profile it says you signed up to receive comments by e-mail, but you posted no poetry. So you can't. Post something.
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