Unformatted text preview: For food to drunks will not go out of style. Counting down the minutes, hours, seconds, Just mop and chop and scrub to stay awake. Of course a task done wrong the boss beckons, No best of this instance for you to make. The clock strikes four! I’ll slave no more you said. Clocking out feels almost as good as bed....
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- Spring '10
- Sonnet, Megan Wauschek, old trained pup, swipe credit cards