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Dec 2015
A migrant hits the dust.
Hits the lock key on the door and takes the bus.
Piping coffee in his gut for wit and warmth.
A bit anxious for the meeting coming up.

But he's a migrant, done this many times before.
Switched his sweats to dress the part, shirt tucked.
Another part to play so days he can afford.
Just another hustle for a buck.
Kessler
Written by
Kessler  Columbus, OH
(Columbus, OH)   
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