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[bodytext] => Faces,places. The cliche opening to a dull poem. The morning commute. Coffee,donuts,and the paper. Good morning. Never has there been a greeting so hollow. There hasn't been a good morning in the last ten years. The smiling but demanding patrons. They just don't seem to get it. Office colleagues whose very presence create a feeling of unruliness in one's stomach. The constant questions. Why? Where is it all going? Forty hours a week for a two day breather. Fifty weeks a year for a two week vacation. The hamster cage is real. The cycle seems never ending. Then old age. More questions........ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 43 [informant] => tawakwan [notes] => Spelling corrected per request ~ Moderator_18 July 8, 2013 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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