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Fifty-two people; one destination, Six wheels rolling across this great nation, Fifty-two minds trying to escape boredom, Seventeen people casually snoring, One-hundred-and-four *** cheeks turning numb, Twenty-eight chairs peppered with crumbs, Fifty-two people itching to move, Seven people impressed with the view, Fifty-two people stand and stretch, Fifty-one people have shuffled and left, One person stays and has a quick rest, The same person stays to repeat the trek.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
Coach Trip
Fifty-two people; one destination, Six wheels rolling across this great nation, Fifty-two minds trying to escape boredom, Seventeen people casually snoring, One-hundred-and-four *** cheeks turning numb, Twenty-eight chairs peppered with crumbs, Fifty-two people itching to move, Seven people impressed with the view, Fifty-two people stand and stretch, Fifty-one people have shuffled and left, One person stays and has a quick rest, The same person stays to repeat the trek.
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21/M/London
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
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