![]() JobA Poem by CJ43223We’re workers, fortifying the frontline and excessively pre-made many drinks on the table due to the effect of wine
I am the manager, fortifying the frontline and now hearing the crowd complaining yet it hasn’t been a busy afternoon on flooring a phone call rings by Joey’s dad questioning and Christina’s boyfriend is holding a bulk of flowers next to the entrance for nearly an hour begging I just want to finish the job! © 2018 CJ43223 |
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Added on December 20, 2018 Last Updated on December 20, 2018 Author
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