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Feb 2010
Awkwardly,
He walks over
The square, his shopping
Swinging
In his closed
Hand.

Slowly, he extracts the scratchcard.
Deftly, he uncovers the panels.
Pitifully, the scratchcard slides from his grasp.
Heavily, he collapses onto the shelter seat.

Awkwardly,
He fumbles in
His shopping for today's
Distraction.
Waiting for the next
Bus to nowhere.
Written by
Jacob Beaver
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