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New Life
No longer carrying that old lunchbox
Never to enter the turnstile again
Operating the boiler is no longer my job
Retired
After 36 years of the Southern Swing
Shift work, the bane of the 24/7 operations
Now settling into a new pace
Rhythmic sleep patterns sooth
Feeling the crustiness shake free
Freedom
No longer breathing the chemicals
A blissful smile as I walk this new life
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