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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.
Christof
12-Sep-02/8:31 AM
Well that's alright then. We part on civil terms, secure in the knowledge that birds and urbs will be duly notified and logged. Go well my friend.
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