The pipeline poem by sabrina orczech 2aug13

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The Pipeline The torturous days that I go through I still remain old and new As I sit in the searing sun I know my work must be done I am the pipeline, a saviour to mankind As precious to diggers as the gold they find.

Sabrina Orczech


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