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by John Bowlby Nov 11, 2007 category : Life, society / about society
A boy by the bay, Sings a sad song, Deciding his day, Going and gone. Lays the last Crate on the crane, Whistling while He pushes the pin. It rocks and rises, Shakes and shudders, Twists and trembles, Sure and steady. Descending down, Tiny thump, Placed perfectly As always. Finally finished, Enjoyment ended, Wistfully whistling, He heads for home.