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I work in a shop will all men.

I have so much fun it should be a sin.

They make me laugh somedays until I cry.

My sides hurt so bad I feel I will die.



Somedays it's simply a look on a face.

Sometimes the way they walk with no grace.

They are middle aged and young ones to.

Sometimes I feel as though I work at a zoo.



If some had a brain they'd scare me bad.

There are some so slow, well, face it, its sad.

I go not for work, but for the laughs and a smile.

But there are those that get on my nervers after a while.