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white signs wave from drop ceiling of this week's aisle, #14
Drilling
Driving
Cutting
Sanding
Grinding
I may not have to buy a thing,
just hang these signs with arrows
leading up the stairs...
waiting for her on the landing, face masked
in my new 3m respirator
and unlined leather
smooth grain pigskin gloves,
soft after metal
and sanded paper on skin
especially soothing
after the firm squeeze of
10 inch vise wrench,
and before pinch of stanley groove joint plyers
damn those things can twist
20 feet of #1 twin loop zinc
tailgate, guard, security, tow
this ought to hold her suspended
braided or twisted poly rope
hand full of utility hooks...
one last thing:
thick plastic sheeting drop cloth,
just in case
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