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The guys from the demolishing Team accidently broke a door In the basement. Things happen, but this door was From the original building; built In 1920. Covering it in bubble wrap And writing HANDLE WITH CARE All over it didn't help. The Lithuanians were in a hurry;   No match for a speeding BobCat. I carried the corpse out to the Container, and thought to myself: *I'm gonna be the last man to ever Knock on this ******* I set it down (the oak thing was a Good 95 years old), and wrote On it in my finest lettering. Chamber. Took off my glove and stood there, Gently rapping, calling out to The guys by the forklift: HEY! Name the bird, boys! No response. Sometimes I feel like I might not belong in construction.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
For ol' Eddie Alan
The guys from the demolishing Team accidently broke a door In the basement. Things happen, but this door was From the original building; built In 1920. Covering it in bubble wrap And writing HANDLE WITH CARE All over it didn't help. The Lithuanians were in a hurry;   No match for a speeding BobCat. I carried the corpse out to the Container, and thought to myself: *I'm gonna be the last man to ever Knock on this ******* I set it down (the oak thing was a Good 95 years old), and wrote On it in my finest lettering. Chamber. Took off my glove and stood there, Gently rapping, calling out to The guys by the forklift: HEY! Name the bird, boys! No response. Sometimes I feel like I might not belong in construction.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
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