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I’d forgotten about this, from when I was wandering to Tunbridge Wells:

Commuter trains how I hate you, let ne count the ways.
Squashing people like sardines on got and sunny days.
The seats are taken, windows shut, and then the temper frays.
Commuter trains, I hate them to much to count the ways.

Nick. Mobile.

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