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 The
cardboard boxes
Get recycled and reused.
A circle of squares. |
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 Water
the produce.
Fold and recycle boxes.
Put ice on the corn. |
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 Must
produce produce.
Gotta feed the people.
A man with a plan. |
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 The
aprons are green.
Green like the leaves of lettuce.
It's like camoflauge. |
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 When I'm at work my
Mind wanders to kill boredom.
Fruit ends up on floor. |
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 This
rank, sour smell of
Rotten produce won't wash out
Of my skin and clothes. |
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 On hot summer days
Glad I'm stocking milk in a
Refrigerator. |
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 There's one customer
Who winks at me. I fear she
Is plotting to kill me. |
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 You insult me and
You seem to forget that I
Am holding a hose. |
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 A job is a job.
A paycheck is a paycheck.
But filth is still filth. |
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 Braeburn, Granny Smith,
Golden Delicious, Fuji,
Gala, Macintosh. |
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