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Sans Work

Sitting in window awn, I took a deeply inhaled cleanser of a yawn, It was just about dawn, The day had begun, And I had to do the daily run, I wondered what I would gain, If I dressed up and became a man, And began the day in the main, After all why do I do all this distance, And come back to my clan, Would it be possible if I could change my plan? And simply rest with work sans, What would change and go wrong, If I sat without work and sang my song, Suddenly came my spouse, With her brood hugging her blouse, She glared me up and down, In a close uncomfortable browse, She clicked me sharp and tight, And sent me right to my website.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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