The Substitutes
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The girls went out for lunch, on secretary's day,
 Bill Marshall and the bosses, had volunteered to pay.
 They left poor Ralph and Pat and I, to answer all the calls,
 We thought it would be easy, we soon would take our falls.
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People at the counter, demanding service soon,
 The phones kept on a ringing, the clock was showing noon.
 Twelve Thirty Pat deserted, leaving Ralph and I alone,
 One working at the counter, the other at the phone.
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Messages kept pouring in, for guys out on the street,
 I don't know how the girls keep up, it's really quite a feat.
 Then the clock was indicating, twenty after one, 
Off I dashed, knowing that, my mini shift was done.
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That left Ralph, all by himself, holding back the crush,
 The minutes kept on passing, they were not in any rush.
 Finally it ended, the girls, they had returned,
 A valuable lesson, the three of us had learned.
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Janet, Linda, Gabby and Pat are quite the crew,
 I haven't even mentioned, all the other things they do.
 Typing, filing, ordering, all of our supplies,
 Sorting out the messages, to be sent to all you guys. 
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So next time you're in the office, and near to any one,
 Take the time to thank them, for all that they have done.
 Remeber them throughout the year, with a note or just a call,
 Then maybe they'll stay happy, and working for us all. 
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        PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk  87-04-22  (38)

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