Pile File
Work was there,
All lined up and piling,
I saw the pile,
And simply began to file,
Thought would do it later,
Though full was my platter,
Tomorrow came and more was loaded,
My courage now gave up,
As I nibbled a little work at around sup,
Next day more was there,
And I lost scruples and turned hay wire,
Now I could not even sort the pile,
Not to talk about getting it out,
The moment I looked at it,
My stomach turned and rose the bile,
I rued the day,
When I had begun to file.
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