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Lunch Hour

On mud-will days when malls about
All shake with trays
A shopper taps the wares
Warily ... lest someone cares

He wakes to the trill
Of a pneumatic drill
Puts on his boots
And climbs the hill

A quiet smoke
A quiet lunch
A quiet bloke
Waiting for the crunch
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2010

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