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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The ride that never came

Looking at these bags reminds me of that place
Memories are so strong:  my heart begins to race
How many times I'd go "down": bags all ready to go
And waited for a driver that never seemed to show

Day after day I'd go down, sit around and wait
From the early afternoon into the night so late
Hours quickly passed by; I kept looking to see
The promised taxi out but no one come for me

Today these bags tug deeply upon my memory
Reminding me of that time they made a fool of me
Tears, they're falling down but I'm trying not to recall
How I waited for a ride that wasn't coming at all

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