Travelling Salesman Poems - Poems about Travelling Salesman

...The bus is half-full, empty seats are occupied by the soon to be born, the soon to be dead, those in transition. The medium knows he is a guest in a stranger’s dream. When he thinks about this,......

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...Not sad, not angry, never surprised, Not even filled full of spite, Every day passes like a silent new moon, Quietly through the whole night, As her life walks along the treadmill of time, ......

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