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Having ripped my way through Concrete older than my father With jackhammer and Shovel I rest. As thirsty as sweaty and ***** As dirt. Across the street The ladies at the hair salon Whistle and wave giggling girishly. Clouds of menthol. **** sexists. I put my shirt back on. It's not even lunch and I'm Less than a Diet Coke ad Without the coke.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
The Objectified Construction Worker.
Having ripped my way through Concrete older than my father With jackhammer and Shovel I rest. As thirsty as sweaty and ***** As dirt. Across the street The ladies at the hair salon Whistle and wave giggling girishly. Clouds of menthol. **** sexists. I put my shirt back on. It's not even lunch and I'm Less than a Diet Coke ad Without the coke.
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Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:39 AM UTC
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