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[Sabrina Catherine]: 479.Wishy Washy
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Then return minutes later, shiny, clean
He is a man at an age of thirty
Reduced to scraping plates once again unclean
Tirelessly he seemingly works now
As both his hands become a wrinkled mass
Within the gloves covered that continue to plow
Through the stuck on food that was once call bass
Dreary has the lemon become for him
For day in, day out, that is all he smells
The Suds piled high, in them you can swim
As the verocious feeders ebbs and swells
No one seems to think of his long term doom
As he works in back of a dingy room