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The Groundskeeper

Jilly Dybka

I pick up people's dreams of a fun day.
The corndog stick, a ticket stub. A cup.
Didn't want this job. Just happened this way.
Went downhill after my marriage broke up.
Felt all used up. I like to keep moving
from place to place. It's very cut and dried.
So here I am at the fair removing
the puke from the paratrooper ride.
Hosing down people's dreams of a fun time.
At least the pickpocket leaves me alone
and I haven't turned to a life of crime.
Yet. Life is not gonna throw me a bone.
Didn't want this job. Just happened this way.
I pick up people's dreams of a fun day.



Jilly Dybka

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