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7 men upped and left and then where never seen again
Nobody in the factory had a clue as to where and when

Jack's, cup of tea was still warm, stood on the table top
Nothing unusual here, he often left to go to a local shop

He was always back, with butty in hand in time to drink
But, the tap was left running, in the work's kitchen sink

Eric, had left his machine box, half full of nuts and bolts
A picture still left hung up of the wife, and his small tots

Tom work's supervisor his car parked could still be seen
As their bags left in their normal disarray in the canteen

Rest room checked; to see if they were in playing cards
When it was out back, as to check the work's backyards

Davvy's push bike, was still propped up against the wall
Yet, as to the others leaving, not one of them can recall

Wives and parents were called, see if they'd gone home
But, after all inquires of them, nothing was to be known

Management; no choice, we need to lock up for the day
Can't be bothered; about 7 guys, that have gone astray

Next morning came, at the gates, none of them arrived
Even the work's guard dog was left sat a little surprised

Eric always brought him a treat, now was none the wise
Had his best friend; somehow left, under some disguise

Then the police being called, no clues, could be gleaned
Whereas looking up above, had a third party intervened

Some say they dropped the lottery, so all left in a hurry
That; I may add left the wives and girlfriends in a flurry

But, fact is, it's been a year, still they're yet to be found
7 disappearing men, who it seems have gone to ground

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