THE SHERIFF
Walks down empty hallways,
Echoing from his feet….
Spies a final door to check if locked
And his round’s complete.
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A ghost town it seems to be,
With nary a jack rabbit…
Stubs his toe on machinery
And lets out a “dag-nabbit!”
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Meets a few folks working late
In a corner of the plant….
Talks about last night’s football game,
Going outside to rant.
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Comes back to the desk to find
His partner’s asleep…
Sure wish we had cameras
To catch the lazy creep!
–Jonathan Caswell
(P.S.–This story can’t happen now…we DO HAVE A CAMERA OVER OUR DESK!)
By the Mighty Mumford 
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A night in the life of a working stiff—or used to be!—Jonathan Caswell, Author/Poet
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