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Mar 2019
Fifty-two people; one destination,
Six wheels rolling across this great nation,
Fifty-two minds trying to escape boredom,
Seventeen people casually snoring,
One-hundred-and-four *** cheeks turning numb,
Twenty-eight chairs peppered with crumbs,
Fifty-two people itching to move,
Seven people impressed with the view,
Fifty-two people stand and stretch,
Fifty-one people have shuffled and left,
One person stays and has a quick rest,
The same person stays to repeat the trek.
Written by
Ben Tol  21/M/London
(21/M/London)   
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