Building SPOKE To Me
The building spoke to me!
In degrees of steel and concrete be.
It spoke of arriving and leaving time.
It meant this work was destined to end.
This building spoke to me!
It's traffic hours beginning,
It's traffic patterns ending.
Who got fired today,
Who retired today,
Who received extra pay,
Who had to work till past end of day?
How did a box of concrete and steel,
Speak to me?
They were the sounds emanating,
From inside the building.
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