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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.

==Doylum 12-Sep-02/6:41 AM
Yeah polaranddontseemtoknowit. New titles for ye - How I hate shades of grey, or perhaps Black and white are all I need, or even I want to bleach the world to see in perfect monotone.
I love You Handshandy be my wife




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