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Jun 2023
in
to clock.
Head down
to the dock.

Punch
the button
enter the lift.
Punch the D
and make it swift.

Punch
the papers.
Load the trucks.
Catch the vapors.
This job *****!

Punch
Drunk.
He smells
just like a skunk.
I work with
all the lunks!

Punch
out.
Shout Hooray!

Punch
Happy!
The end of
another day!
sandra wyllie
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