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Commuting

I used to do this everyday;

This slog on trains to make my pay.

Now its done infrequently,

But it always takes it out of me.

I’ve considered reasons why;

A commuter’s life makes me sigh.

But if I’m honest its due to the dance,

Of excess stimuli and vigilance.

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