Dance of the Commuter
Early morning, bleary-eyed
We’re a weaving coffee-carrying crowd
One more sip, heads bowed
Oh Grief! That train horns loud!
Sorry! Excuse me!
Opps…Shall we dance?
A frown turns round
Manners & Humour - it's sound
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