The commuter clenched,his fist against his brow,
his train late
3 minutes now,
barely breathing,
turns to his paper,
reading how
the woman walked
twenty days
carrying 3
barely breathing
babies.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Our Travails
The commuter clenched,his fist against his brow,
his train late
3 minutes now,
barely breathing,
turns to his paper,
reading how
the woman walked
twenty days
carrying 3
barely breathing
babies.
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