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Eleven lines of metaphor.
Submitted:Jan 28, 2013 Reads: 14 Comments: 5 Likes: 4
We are the dust collectors,
The street sweepers,
Gathering scraps of earth
And heaping them into mountains,
Collecting the world's refuse
And from it crafting cities.
We work at night
By candlelight
To fashion our meaningful somethings.
Most of the time we fail, but
We do not stop trying.
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