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Cashing My First Paycheck

So much depends upon my stopwatch
Or the urgency to work
Followed by a cashing a check
Money and material things
Anything seemed possible
Wants now became extinct
McDonalds, now my permanent scent
“May, I help you” and manners
Now became my nature instincts
Gaining weight now became an issue
But all I knew
Longs shift
When is this going to end
Blisters and bruises from the machines one my hands
But I kept going to see my check
This way the bittersweet pain of working my first job





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