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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.
livingcanvas
20-Sep-02/1:12 PM
wow, very intense. impressive. definite 10.
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