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Poem	Delay, well, travellers must expect Delay. For how long? No one seems to know. With all the luggage weighed, the tickets checked, It can't be long... We amble too and fro, Sit in steel chairs, buy cigarettes and sweets And tea, unfold the papers. Ought we to smile, Perhaps make friends? No: in the race for seats You're best alone. Friendship is not worth while. Six hours pass: if I'd gone by boat last night I'd be there now. Well, it's too late for that. The kiosk girl is yawning. I fell stale, Stupified, by inaction - and, as light Begins to ebb outside, by fear, I set So much on this Assumption. Now it's failed.
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