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In front of the Union Station on a cold December day, were us sitting. Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips and it was only 40F degree. You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs quietly eating Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me Winter in Washington, D.C. Oh it was never too cold for me Because I had you Sharing chips with me.
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
In front of the Union Station
In front of the Union Station on a cold December day, were us sitting. Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips and it was only 40F degree. You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs quietly eating Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me Winter in Washington, D.C. Oh it was never too cold for me Because I had you Sharing chips with me.
winter Washington dc union station chips
maggieYCW
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Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
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