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Jun 2012
Scurry to your home and take,  
The food scraps from the path.
Bodies pressing either side,
You step on toes and gasp.
Frantic, push and pull your way,
Throughout the sticky crowd.
The mass of your to-dos and fros,
Screaming out aloud.
Georgia
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Georgia
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