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something I wrote at work today
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Things I see from the porch of the used car dealership I work at
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I work at a used car dealership, and this is a poem about my feelings towards the place where I make ends meet.
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Another day, another dead,
dollar recipient with with shrapnel from coin making lodged in his head
Just another day in paradise,
Today's lacking ra..
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