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He works Every day. I see him there Every time. He tells me That he has no life, And I pity him. Every single day, Those stupid plad shirts, Smoking a cigarette if it's not too busy. Every day, I see him and he tells me to never lose my youth, Because he lost it. He says to go on adventures in his honor, So I do.
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Worker Bee
He works Every day. I see him there Every time. He tells me That he has no life, And I pity him. Every single day, Those stupid plad shirts, Smoking a cigarette if it's not too busy. Every day, I see him and he tells me to never lose my youth, Because he lost it. He says to go on adventures in his honor, So I do.
© Danny Mak 2015
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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