Dead Poets Society Tribute No. 3: Post Office

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Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Post Office

Post Office It's the night shift Time to report for duty Highway is clear I enter the cavern Supervisors stare Machines are whirring So many sad faces Such despair in their eyes I try to ignore them I start working My mind drifts I stare at my watch I sneak out for a cigarette The fog of misery... Sign in to see full entry.

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