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Friday, 20 September 2013

Bus Shelter Blues

I feel like pacing up and down,
But it's too pissing wet.
I shuffle my feet and frown;
How restless I can get!

It's ages till the bloody bus,
No room to pace,
But feel I must
Stay in this sheltered place.

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