Reflections of My Perceptions
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I miss the buzz, the energy, the rush
of long London morns caught in the crush
packed on the tube or jammed on a bus
the hum of humanity never humbly hushed
shoppers shuffling, shops doors open and shut
the counting of currency, commerce's touch
fussy faces frustrated, some joyfully flush
affluently fluid mixed with those in fiscal flux
the ugly, lovely, short and tall
black, brown, white, yellow, sorts of all
which is why no matter my port of call
into thoughts of London I am forced to fall
of long London morns caught in the crush
packed on the tube or jammed on a bus
the hum of humanity never humbly hushed
shoppers shuffling, shops doors open and shut
the counting of currency, commerce's touch
fussy faces frustrated, some joyfully flush
affluently fluid mixed with those in fiscal flux
the ugly, lovely, short and tall
black, brown, white, yellow, sorts of all
which is why no matter my port of call
into thoughts of London I am forced to fall
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