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The GroundskeeperJilly DybkaI 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 Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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