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CART ATTENDANT By ... Steve Lucky The job I have I have had for years. I get the carts outside and put them in the store. Sometimes hardly any carts can be found And sometimes there are many, many more. Far from the most dangerous job in the world, Cars still sometimes remind me of the risk Of what can happen if I get too careless. Without sacrificing safety, I should be brisk. No real surprises are in the daily routine. Each day the type of work is basically the same. Surprises come in the amount of activity. People tend to vanish as quickly as they came. Coworkers around me sometimes change As people come and go. Not just at work, this is a part of life Which everyone should know. Years accumulate and so does experience If I do something long enough. Jobs no one wants to do still must be done. Someone, maybe me, will have to remain tought. Copyright 2003, Steve Lucky
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