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Most of the day,
Alone on this wall we stay;
When the doors open wide
Shy colleagues ,behind curtains hide;
On view for all for free  see
Our lives, on show for all to see;
On the seat ,over there,they sit
Often bored,only their kids will admit;
Silence is the rule in our home,
Our photos and bios well catalogued;
Up close into my face they peer
Often my expression can bring a tear;
Yes,admiration we do adore,
Silent hedonism,can be a bore;
At night with the alarm turned on
Some of us burst into song;
We long for freedom,to be alone,
In a family,not on our own
and the second

They filled me full of milk so white
Semi-skinned,fat free and light

The supermarket's, a place real cool
Full cream,my cousin, made folks drool

In and out of the fridge each day
Then,crushed in a recycle box,I lay

To the waste tip that week I went
Off to the plastic factory I soon was sent

Instead of rotting in brown earth
In a green revolution,I have rebirth

They filled me full of milk so white........

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