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Sep 2014
I am a number
rentable flesh and bone.
Chew me up and spit me out
I am just a soul for loan
My hands will not blister
from any task you'll demand
I'll cower in your presence
Burn me with your brand.
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How desperate are you for a job?
Mr Berg
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Mr Berg
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