Huddled On A Station
By birksy
Huddled on a station, No-one’s going to say hello, No-one’s going to admit you exist, But I guess you’ve got used to that. We’re trained to ignore you, The tannoy bleats the warnings, But I know you’re just me, Any moment from now. I’d give you some money But I wouldn’t know how, So, instead, I overlook, And board my comfy train. Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 20 2002 10:13 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 9
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