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The Return of 7:22 (at 7:27 )
In their wool blend suits
And Primani boots
Crusaders on a mission
Like jockeys before the National
They jostle for position
As the 7:22 snakes into view
They anticipate her breaks
She grinds unto a squeaking halt
Before the incumbents make their escape
Hands in pockets lined in pockets
Aligned to the doors
They brace and embrace the putrid heat
Swim toward a ...
Thursday 4th January 2018 1:43 pm
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