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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.
==Doylum
12-Sep-02/7:00 AM
I shall be forced to hunt you down and drag you back to the moors with you button mushroom. I shall hide you in my coal bunker and serenade you with an fressly created love poem with a blah blah blah refrain every night, until you yeild to my love.
Will that do for starter?
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