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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.
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Weighted score: 5.6280727
Overall Rank: 2178
Posted: August 26, 2002 12:23 PM PDT; Last modified: August 26, 2002 12:23 PM PDT
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