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Another Day At Work

As childhood passes so does its ways.
Every morning responsibility hangs
Overhead like a sharpened blade
Made to keep me within its lane.

The alarm goes off within my head,
And lukewarm water washes sleep
Off of a face tired of the mold,
I suit up like the madman I am

And ride a metal steed to work
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Luz Hanaii 20 July 2011

Wow! ...this one is very deep and bleak. I found it very engaging and interesting. Nicely done!

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