If you lived here you would be home by now.
Commuter’s haiku
Old man is coughing
into City AM, like
mist on a grey lake.
This train is formed of
only four coaches. Squashy
Like red grapes on vine.
Old man is coughing
into City AM, like
mist on a grey lake.
This train is formed of
only four coaches. Squashy
Like red grapes on vine.
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