Daft Where Is the Plan
With their Tools, equipment, workwear at the ready
Hoping that this job, a first in a while goes steady
The weather has been assessed
And now we are waiting to be blessed
As the shift was about start
And the war paint applied like new age fork art
The crew started to ask “where is the plan?”
When they realized, It must still be with the mail-man.
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