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Wednesday, August 24, 2016
When I Was A Custodian
Wait. I am one now
and I heard a raccoon chittering.
There are so many times I've
gone the other way--sometimes
behind myself--to stand in the lucid.
"It is more than just a job."
Although what, is not on the list.
You could get written up for
not doing one thing. I was
going to check it off just now,
but have misplaced my chemicals
next to Deady Hall.
My body likes the night,
thinks it's day,
still acting on a dime.
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