Reaching for her car keys, Delilah headed out the door
Outside she got into her car and pulled out of her driveway
Under the slate-gray sky she drove through traffic to get to work
There she punched the time clock and began her shift
In her breaks, she chatted with the same people and told the same jokes
Never did it dawn on her on her way home that she should do something different
Every day might have been the same, but that’s what she so loved about it
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Never Short On Words 