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May 2016
Lonely London boy,
A stranger to the City,
A fluffy-haired gull
Lost in a sea of suitcases
And Kodak-clad people.
Big dreams tucked
Into the waistcoat
That hugged his frame
A little too much,
Occasionally glancing
Into café windows to
See how disheveled
He had become
During rush hour
On the Bakerloo Line.
© L.J. Chaplin
LJ Chaplin
Written by
LJ Chaplin  22/M/United Kingdom
(22/M/United Kingdom)   
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