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I’m always getting hammered. I get hammered in the daytime, hammered in the night time. Come rain, shine, wind or snow, it doesn’t matter - I get hammered whatever the weather.

I have an extremely important job; people rely on me to be solid and dependable. Getting hammered all the time may seem a little reckless, but in my situation it is vital to the comfort and well-being of those who rely on me. As a humble tent pole, I’m sometimes taken for granted and often forgotten. But without me everything would fall apart.

All parts of a tent are essential items; we all work together to provide shelter for campers. We work as a whole. But I consider my role especially important. I am the link that anchors an otherwise flimsy piece of material to the ground. I prevent the tent from flying away in high winds and I create the tension needed to stop the tent from falling in on itself. I may be the last thing that campers use or think about when they erect a tent but without me they could end up, cold, wet, uncomfortable and miserable. It’s essential that I continue to get hammered!

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