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Alan

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.

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Feb 24, 2010
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