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Wednesday, August 2, 2017

The Stowaway

Bob the stowaway rubbed his
appendages together as he hung.
The ride was smooth,
and the hosts were vaguely aware
of his presence.

He plotted, dreaming of blue skies
and skyscraper views
sweet coffee and bagels,

blinking as his vision
diminished to a series of lines.

In five hours he would
stow off this van,
and be in new country





















BTS

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