Sometimes I feel
They can never tell when
They’re all messed
He said by the
On such a winter’s
...
Waiters wonder while waiting
What bus, what lane, what line
It’s all letters after a while
Dear better, dear best
...
As if there was a roundabout
And the clock striking twelve
All the shoes lined up just so
As questions fill room after room
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