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A chill wind stung my cheeks The sky was sullen gray, I pulled my collar to my chin And made my weary way. Nothing too exciting then, Just the daily grind. Eight long hours of tedium To stultify the mind. Push a button, pack a box There's targets to be hit, Team leaders, motivators, It's all a load of s##t. Clocking in, clocking out Until the weekend's here, Then I'm off down to the pub, To meet my good friend, beer. Entry for CONTEST NO 495,ANY FORM,ANY THEME, UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand 17/9/18. Placed 1st.

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Date: 9/18/2018 1:41:00 PM
We all need good friends, Gary. Congrats on your gold medal win with this well penned gem.
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Date: 9/18/2018 2:07:00 PM
Thank you Line :)