‘Tis just another day behind the wall.

With musters here and musters there

It surely wearies, one and all.

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I sit with friends and chew the fat,

Be it in the pod or in the yard,

It’s our daily lives, and that’s a fact.

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We meet good blokes with stories to tell,

Guilty or innocent, it makes no diff.

At the end of the day, we are all in cells.

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Morning comes with muster and unlock,

A bite of breaky.

As we all take stock.

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Friends depart with occasional tears.

Some head home and some do not,

As some like me, are here for years.