Bigtoys
Every day is bring you daughter to work day
When you don't have daycare
and its the graveyard shift at BigToys
I go to see his cubicle where he made models
of playgrounds I might get to play on one day
He rescued me and put me in a warehouse
Atop a pile of rubber covered chains he said
I was important, take these chains
and try to see if they will bend
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