You're still coming to work aren't youA Poem by terry smithI remember
the first time I missed a day of work my mother had just died and I had to go home that was it hit the homeage for a day then right back to work in this job you don't have time to mourn you put your aggression into your cooking and you don't even feel the heat of the kitchen not till service is done and you walk outside to have a smoke and the night air hits you man that is a good feeling you take the rest of your anger out on cleaning then it is off to the bar something and possibly someone to numb the pain © 2019 terry smithReviews
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StatsAuthorterry smithAboutBooks by Terry Smith Bathroom Graffiti Angel Vomit Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland available on Amazon Happily Married more..Writing
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