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Strong and sure is the dream of Atlanta, Where her brothers are unified! Twenty-eight bottles of caps, At four dollars the gross, This is wrong, this is wrong. I can fix this, wait. Nine more boxes in back, Twenty-eight minus nine, And then thirty-one girls on the line... Suit and a tie, Times six, one eighty-six, Terribly quiet, Divide, seven sixty, Quite a well-paid position, God, all the noise, and the yontiff yet, "Go on, Lucille." Four cents a girl for the week, "Bring him his coffee." At ten cents an hour. Straight from New York, Lucille! Isn't he smart, Lucille! Mamma, he's comin' around today, Mamma, he's at the door! Mamma, I don't know what I should say, "Well, what are you waitin' for, Lucille?" What am I waitin' for? This is wrong, this is wrong, it's an eight, not a six, House and a maid, Two sets of china, Everything I was wishing, New winter coat, Real ermine collar, Who would have known, Lucille? Married so well, Lucille? How can he want me so plain, so prim? How can he be so sure? Don't I wish I could be sure like him? Like Leo? Yes, Lucille, I am building a life for us. For Leo? No Lucille, we cannot have a picnic. Didn't my wishes come true for me, The day he walked through the door? Isn't he all that I knew he'd be? Brilliant and filled with humility? Loyal and stable as any tree? So why do I wait for more? What am I waiting for? Twenty-eight cartons of leads, At two sixty the gross, This is wrong, this is wrong, I can fix this... Hey. Yes? I came for my pay.
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