Poem #1
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the time approaches
the dread begins to grow
its time to get ready
and I turn off my show
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to work I go with fear
and my slavedriver appears
he cracks his whips on us
with no tear of his appears
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the building is like a prison
for the next eight hours or so
he drives us like a lion
steering a herd of buffalo
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but at last my time is done
as my feet ache and grown
I now can go home for fun!
from my prison I have flown
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By : Todd Gardner
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