Between FloorsA Poem by Peteyou with your towering, high heels and tight, hiked-up skirt a good job is never done how come there's never a paper clip around when you need one i never really knew what elevator, stop buttons were for until that unforgettable, torrid day when we went through 'the smith file' behind a pair of tarnished, steel doors between the second and third floors .
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