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His secretary called in sick, The phones kept ringing steady; As clients called to rush their jobs That were not close to ready. Production said they can't keep up Despite last week's assurance; The boss blew up and made those threats, That test a man's endurance. At half-past six at last he's home And walks in through the gate; And breaths a sigh outside the door As if to shed the weight. Looking forward to the rest A weary warrior earns, He seeks the solace of his wife As now the handle turns. Her morning didn't go as planned, The children missed their bus; The dog got in the neighbor's trash The baby learned to cuss. The Power Company mixed her bill With U.S. Coke and Steel's; Though cheerfully they cleared it up After twelve appeals. Her afternoon went much the same, A phone call from a teacher; Thinking ""no"" but saying ""yes"" To assignments from the Preacher. At half-past six she drops a dish; For Husband's help she yearns, Relieved to hear him at the door As now the handle turns….
Wes Stephenson

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