Work - Poem by Saskia Hamilton
You were hired by the tools in the box and set to work.
How to hold a stone. How to throw it.
The project took a long time, you had to
learn to take care.
You were digging underground
and you didn't know where.
Sometimes it was a tunnel
and sometimes it was a stone.
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