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Like bitter cold in the dawn, heavy grey sky, is how I wanted to touch you.
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the times are
pissin' bubbles of blue
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Awaken, dress, drive, knock on door Inspection, reflection, discussion, action
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Running and hiding so we won't get caught. Living with the fear that they would come by.
by paulsmith
16 lines,
on Oct 15 12:45 PM. In Sonnet, Latino, Chicano, Mexico, Mexican, Freedom, Immigration, Family, Work, Other
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I walk the halls of life. Long forgotten oath I took.
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Shhhh. Don't tell on me. 
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Work is dreadful, it’s way to long I wish I could go and just take you on
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A guy walked into Noodles the other day
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Stranger days are here again, Never thought they’d come around.
by Playstation2004
24 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 27 10:19 AM. In Hope, Life, Living, Strange Days, The Doors, Brooding, Acceptance, Work, Longing
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my own initiative has cost me more work
by LeanneBridgewater
15 lines,
on Sep 20 12:19 PM. In Nature, Lyrics, Weird, Life, work, beat, angst, shout, rights, campaign, society
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Why I went to work today
Is the same reason I went yesterday;
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I'm dancing in a toolbox. Used for many tools.
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Just last year I was surplused to a new work environment
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You are now, an outsider
No longer part of the mechanism
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thirty five hours of mayhem a week
with late shifts and caffeine and all work and no sleep
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I can feel the crescent sun glinting over the mist of the green field,
The fields of farmer’s crop go on for an eternity with a ribbon
by Naxus
17 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 2 5:35 PM. In work
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Who is the big man of the day.
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Ouch a paper cut- Damn it all to hell!
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We're handing out fried food, picking up change you're acting like this's the New York Stock Exchange
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It's nine o'clock, my work's begun,
My thoughts already shift...
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Oh yes, you know...it's just the job.
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I do not like these IEP's i do not like them Jeeze Louise!
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Telephones, spreadsheets and ring bound folders,
mundane tasks to earn his bread and salt.
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Gentle breeze
and summer love
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The clock strikes that magic minute and with full dramictics you scream
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i heard the sickle sound
of foreign monsters
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(as found in a job listing on Monster.com)
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You reap what you sow, and the harvest came in, full grown.
by lie
28 lines,
on Feb 13 11:29 PM. In Work
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you spit on the beads
you cursed the pope
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take up the golden chains of freedom buckle yourself
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“I’m late. I’m late.”
The hands on the clock scream,
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he's the walking poor
he wears hooded sweat pants in the winter-
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I was born in this hive, I will die in this hive, I owe this hive. That’s what they tell me. Do I believe it? No. I have found the secret to being free!
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So I had to get to My boss was such a jerk
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Pedro's's back was built for more than sod
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fruitless Fields--
resting earths
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see Joe
waving to you out--
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by inspired- waple
26 lines,
on Jan 10 4:14 PM. In Adult, Team, Contest, Spiritual, Incourage, Life, Lyrics, Thoughts, Other, Work, Play
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see that handsome, dark-haired Irishman at the end of the bar
he's got a black pint in his hand
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Christmas is a time for giving A time for fun and joy
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Chris was the finest guitar player ever
it's too bad that he had to turn those hands to work
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billy was our cook
and he was the best
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we approached the rough hulk of carpentry in the snow
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