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I miss wet rain on buses I miss crowded subway stairs I miss noisy streets in public I miss breathing ocean air: I miss walking in the snow I miss snowmen building high I miss concretes slushy flow I miss children stepping by: I miss eyes of pretty girls I miss old men sitting too I miss seeing squirrels creep I miss streetlights switching hue: I miss walking to and there I miss waiting crosswalks tick I miss coming home all wear'd I miss sleeping after six: I miss waking up at nine I miss dreading morning days I miss my recurring life I miss living life again.
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
I Miss...
I miss wet rain on buses I miss crowded subway stairs I miss noisy streets in public I miss breathing ocean air: I miss walking in the snow I miss snowmen building high I miss concretes slushy flow I miss children stepping by: I miss eyes of pretty girls I miss old men sitting too I miss seeing squirrels creep I miss streetlights switching hue: I miss walking to and there I miss waiting crosswalks tick I miss coming home all wear'd I miss sleeping after six: I miss waking up at nine I miss dreading morning days I miss my recurring life I miss living life again.
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22/M/Toronto, Ontario
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
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