: The day the elevators stood still
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Brush my shoulder, it's okay
Only one more floor to go
I've fallen for you since we left 'one'
I'll be over you by the time we hit 'six'
And you--continue to the top, to 'twelve'
Just to leave your scent for the next one at 'one'
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I'd rather not sign my name to the above piece of shit. We had to write a poem for our classmates to edit in my professional editing class. At a loss for ideas, I wrote the above garbage. I figure it might start to look good after a good night's sleep.
Ever been in an elevator and smelled the previous passenger's perfume or laundry detergent? That is what the poem is about.
Here's to hoping it sounds better tomorrow.
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Brush my shoulder, it's okay
Only one more floor to go
I've fallen for you since we left 'one'
I'll be over you by the time we hit 'six'
And you--continue to the top, to 'twelve'
Just to leave your scent for the next one at 'one'
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I'd rather not sign my name to the above piece of shit. We had to write a poem for our classmates to edit in my professional editing class. At a loss for ideas, I wrote the above garbage. I figure it might start to look good after a good night's sleep.
Ever been in an elevator and smelled the previous passenger's perfume or laundry detergent? That is what the poem is about.
Here's to hoping it sounds better tomorrow.
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