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It is war A kitchen full of hungry guest An audience of folks ready for experience in the physical sense You sweat, bleed, love, and hate It is sharing In the most obvious state Of emotion garnished on the plate A lit cigarette on your break It is satisfaction Knowing you gave it all Or at least pretending when the orders fall Letting your instincts flow when you stall It is passion and peer review A drink with "The Family" after all is through And each pint brings you closer to A recollection of a memory
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
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It is war A kitchen full of hungry guest An audience of folks ready for experience in the physical sense You sweat, bleed, love, and hate It is sharing In the most obvious state Of emotion garnished on the plate A lit cigarette on your break It is satisfaction Knowing you gave it all Or at least pretending when the orders fall Letting your instincts flow when you stall It is passion and peer review A drink with "The Family" after all is through And each pint brings you closer to A recollection of a memory
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
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