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Wayne Feeney Poem
Here I kneel welder in hand
Fumes blown by the fan.
Hot slag cooling down
Sweat dripping on the ground.
Back aching,knees are cracking
Boss yelling don't be slacking.
Floor plates to weld,steel to pin
Put your used butts in the bin.
Bolts to tighten,don't be frighten
Harness off so you don't fall off.
Copyright © Wayne Feeney | Year Posted 2014
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Wayne Feeney Poem
To the cleaner we adore
She comes in and cleans our floor.
She makes our bed and wipes the place down
So when we get home there is no frown.
She grabs her stuff with one last look
Then walks out and locks the door.
Again we'll make a mess and dirty the floor
Till next time she comes back for more.
Copyright © Wayne Feeney | Year Posted 2014
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