The Copy Machine

He was standing by the shredder
A confused look on his face.
He never uses the equipment
And looked entirely out of place.

I took the paper from my boss
And fed it into the machine.
My boss is usually quiet nice
But then at times he’s downright mean.

You can imagine my concern
That he might be a little mad
When he said, “Just make one copy,
That original’s all I had.”

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