Sticks of coats, carrying bags.
Some dark, some light.
Some fat, others thin.
Milling in the tunnel.
Berated by the tanoy.
And the bitter, train rushed wind.
Echoing from here to Hampstead.
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Saturday, 4 February 2012
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