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Toes twiddling, fingers fiddling, the wait goes on, and on, and on. People passing, mind lapsing, I wait, and wait, …and wait. Bags surround me, how long will they be? Seconds slowly tick tock, tick tock. Night falls, time crawls, in it for the long haul. Bag carrier, hero warrior. Shop to shop - it never stops. True martyr, it’s in the charter. Next week, same again? Can’t wait, glad I came.
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
No Man's Land
Toes twiddling, fingers fiddling, the wait goes on, and on, and on. People passing, mind lapsing, I wait, and wait, …and wait. Bags surround me, how long will they be? Seconds slowly tick tock, tick tock. Night falls, time crawls, in it for the long haul. Bag carrier, hero warrior. Shop to shop - it never stops. True martyr, it’s in the charter. Next week, same again? Can’t wait, glad I came.
PaulRogers
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
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