Nightshift

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Another day in the warehouse

On the nightshift

Moving around pallets with my forklift

I don’t know why people

Buy from this place

It’s overpriced and really a waste

It provides my salary, so I shouldn’t complain

So, from saying so publicly, I’ll refrain


Padre

Spellbound

No incantation can achieve the same

No mere words

Can cast a spell greater than your compassionate smile

The magic found there is natural and pure

Without the trickery of the wordsmith’s game

Bewitched, enchanted I am transformed

By your simple, gentle, natural grace


Padre

Bothered

Close-up Photo of Woman Covering Her Ears
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I can’t be bothered

I don’t really care

It’s your problem

There’s no need to share

I am not cold-hearted

But I’m still dismissive

Of the complaints you cited

In that five-page missive

Go deal with it on your own

And leave me alone


Padre

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Fruit of the Vine

Wine, White, Red, An Isolated, Glass
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Be it a white clear,

A rose pink,

Or a deep purple red

As dark as ink

The grape has produced

Drinks deemed fine

Whether dubbed vino or wine

But as a Protestant quite fundamental

It’ll be for Concord grape juice

That I’ll settle


Padre

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