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| On the early morning train, Riders sit and don't complain. None is smiling; I suppose They would rather simply doze. All the seats, of course, are full. Standees have a pole to pull. They are not on speaking terms. All they have to share are germs. Riders jostle for some space In the overcrowded place. They all seek a pleasant berth, Just like nations on the earth. | ||
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