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It was raining on Sunday morning They left the house and got into the van It smelled like stale cigarette smoke Spilled beer and nylon glue Travelling over the bridge From north to south Then slightly east to bell parkway A constant drizzle The row house was typical The driveway big enough for only one car Sloped downward toward the house From the street level above Introduce ourselves Remove the gear Observe the task Oh, great. This will take a while. They worked in quiet. Not in silence. Sleepy, groggy. Tired and cranky. The basement was damp Unlit, as a cost saving measure There they worked efficiently Today would have been a day of rest for the help With the grand mixture of cultures Yesterday was the day of rest for the buyers But we knew it when we signed up. It was raining on Sunday morning And they made a few bucks The elder said things like “daddy-O” and “now, we’re cooking with gas” The younger held his tongue.
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
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It was raining on Sunday morning They left the house and got into the van It smelled like stale cigarette smoke Spilled beer and nylon glue Travelling over the bridge From north to south Then slightly east to bell parkway A constant drizzle The row house was typical The driveway big enough for only one car Sloped downward toward the house From the street level above Introduce ourselves Remove the gear Observe the task Oh, great. This will take a while. They worked in quiet. Not in silence. Sleepy, groggy. Tired and cranky. The basement was damp Unlit, as a cost saving measure There they worked efficiently Today would have been a day of rest for the help With the grand mixture of cultures Yesterday was the day of rest for the buyers But we knew it when we signed up. It was raining on Sunday morning And they made a few bucks The elder said things like “daddy-O” and “now, we’re cooking with gas” The younger held his tongue.
mike-2
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC
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