of the day
was when the minute hand
was climbing
towards
twelve,
eventually making
it five o'clock,
setting us free from our
cubicles.
allowing us to be
unchained from
the drudgery
of the office that
barely paid our bills.
could we get to happy
hour fast enough
in our cheap suits,
and dresses with
big shoulders,
our gelled hair?
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