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Jun 2020
The door.
Enter through the back.

The theater you up top.
They at the bottom.

The fountain.
This for them.
This is for you.

The bus.
They up-front.
You assigned here to the back.

The counter.
We feed only take out at the back.
And not at the counter.

Jobs, we hiring.
Just not your kind.
Or we forgot to remove the sign.
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
96
     Styles, Shrika and Lauren
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