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NO WINDOW I SEE
The light filters down Florescent and glum No windows I see To show me the sun Surrounded by cubes Walls on three sides A phone and computer A place to hide A beep in my ear It’s time to begin No windows I see It must be a sin I take your calls I book your trips I answer your questions I give you tips No windows I see From my three-sided cube Just a computer and phone To speak with you The phones are sporadic The computers hum Is it time to leave? Please show me the sun.
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