The electric boxA Poem by Lid Man
In a cupboard under the stairs
Lies a box with many hairs All those colours tied around In white cables high off the ground Gaz and leccy whizzing by Both the services that we can rely Making homes and offices shine so bright And all those wires installed so tight Tester meter checks the trips Making sure the circuit trips Here is my work today Getting ready for the staff to play Inside their building for homeless folks A safe house made for laugh and jokes
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Added on November 27, 2017 Last Updated on November 27, 2017 |

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