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Written by Ishara Agostini, Form 4, Bishop Anstey High   
Oh transport
Why does thou elude me so?
Taxis pass as full as a bus
And not even the advent of a kind soul
To save mine.
My legs grow weary
As my patience
Wears thin,
But as I'm about
To give up,
A distant maxi
Gives me hope again.
But this hope is false
There's no room for me
So I start my vigil once more.

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Commuter's Lament
written by M , May 27, 2009

Lol oh how i know that false hope feelin jed..neat poem btw



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