Waiting for a train
I met this guy today, while waiting for the train.
He smiled at me, i didn't quite catch his name.
He seemed a pleasant man, and affable at that.
So i offered him a seat, at the place that i was sat.
We talked for awhile, about how he had never seen me around.
However he was from Boston and I, myself from here.
So it wouldn't be apparent as it would appear.
The tracks they did aquifer as the carriage pulled up station.
Before i left he handed me a notation.
I met this guy today, while waiting for the train.
He smiled at me, i didn't quite catch his name.
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chazieposted on 05/05/2009
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Very nice..
Keep Writing..