Old Work Uniform (Revised)

19 Jan 2008

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Hanging alone a faded blue smock stained with spots and blotches of grease the crease is ripped where the pocket zips from the counter corner which at work I slipped I recall those days working nights late 9 dollars an hour a dish washing slave I could throw it away but I'd like to wear it again

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