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01/22/10 - (2)
Lunch Break
He's completely forgotten what it was like To come home from the factory, three blocks away, Sit down to the lunch his wife made For him and his two small children, Relax from his rigors, labors, tribulations, Escape the toxins of mechanized incivility,
Laugh and be loving, for a too-brief half-hour, Before throwing himself back into the refractory ovens, Baking his spirit, shift after shift after shift, Not knowing that, one day not all that far away, His loving laughter would disintegrate to the ashen shadow That has now cast him from memory.
01/22/10 - (2)
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