We dash like sprinters
for the train that's replatformed,
due in twelve minutes
for the train that's replatformed,
due in twelve minutes
posted by Pete Green at
17:24
31 May 2009
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
When I'm not doing these blogs I play music.
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