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Wake up from the daily grind

Wheels on the bus
Go round and round, round and round.
Carry us.

Cleaners, brokers,
One ear off or, surround sound,
All yous, hark

The timetable
Perpetual, it turns found
Into lost.

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Posted in cities, commentary, contentment, coping, london, mindfulness, work and tagged brokers, bus, cleaners, commute, commuter, commuters, daily, daily-grind, london, lost, poem, poetry, ritual, road, routine, time, transport, wake-up on February 25, 2012 by Beingeveryday. Leave a comment

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