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This poor little poem has been rejected by the top of the heap!
That'sright, it's been sneered at by none other than The New Yorker!
I have no doubt that many others would have been equally willing to sneer at it,
but if you're going to get flattened, get flattened by the best!
24 by 7, 24 by 7.
From drug store to grocery to 7-11.I wonder.
Do you really find your corn
grows somehow sweeter on the ear
When sold to you late in the early morn
by a tired-eyed, none-too-friendly cashier?Even God stopped one day and took stock in Heaven.
While mere mortals on earth go 24 by 7.
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