Heading for work, to the city, caught the early bird from platform four
No seat left abandon, only choice is standing, next to the old man by the exit door
He tells me his story, fast forward on the journey
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Stole a glimpse out of the window At the young lady in the Mona Lisa style The wind started blowing, her hair started flowing Before I knew it she was in my isle beautiful lines of the poem. A soothing read.