by James McDuffie

Warehouses full of chalk,
Down by the dark sea,
Wish I could go in but they are guarded by a lock.

For boats to load up they sit on the dock,
Sailors take the chalk for lands abroad from the
Warehouses full of chalk.

Around the complex I look like a hawk
For any sign of something such as a key.
Such a big place, one big block!

I go up to the door where employees punch the clock,
Hope no one sees me breaking into the
Warehouses full of chalk.

I sneak inside but something gets caught, my sock!
It gets loose and I am inside, there is no one but me,
Standing here looking at mountains full of chalk.

Such a boring life I lead, which some do mock,
But here I am breaking into the
Warehouses full of chalk,
Where no one can complain and I can be who I want to be!

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