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night time motorway madness
Motorway madness here I come , this isn't fun ,no room for mistakes or bein dumb,you need eyes in the back of your head , or u might just end up dead, as tired motorists make there way to there bed, sat waiting for the job to start, as the bordem slowy starts to rise from the bottom of my heart , try to sleep ,but I'm traped I need to move my feet , there's not enough space in this waggon I can't compete , now I'm definatly goin to sleep , you doze , but you can't stay there for long,because the discomfort has arose ,and then suddenly the phone beguins to ring,its time to do our thing , pull up to the job , arm down , shoot on swivle to the left or right , not much greese so you may have to push and fight , start to pour , thats one two three then four, keep movin the waggon forwad , you want some semi dry, then slowly the screw beguins to die why oh why , lift the cover start to dig with your bare hands, put some water in rotate it back and forth untill its free , finaly job done , strait home home wash off then bed , getready for the next time to make some bread
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