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Through the window of Main Street the workers tend to the streets keeping them clear. In the pouring rain, through the snow Diligently working and always on the go. Grooming our domain without complaint Inconspicuous to the rushed passers-by who are glued to those dumb-smart devices, might as well be sewn to their hand So many overworked and underpaid, slaving away just for minimum wage. Everyone desperate to get laid Coping mechanisms to ignore the insesant anxiety mental instability accumulating every day.
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
Street sweepers
Through the window of Main Street the workers tend to the streets keeping them clear. In the pouring rain, through the snow Diligently working and always on the go. Grooming our domain without complaint Inconspicuous to the rushed passers-by who are glued to those dumb-smart devices, might as well be sewn to their hand So many overworked and underpaid, slaving away just for minimum wage. Everyone desperate to get laid Coping mechanisms to ignore the insesant anxiety mental instability accumulating every day.
elysia-malloy
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Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
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