Updated: Mar 30, 2023
I sprinted between the platforms
Due to running late
I clipped the shoulder of a little old man
And made a lady irate
Two entrances lay ahead of me
But I veered toward the one with the train
I jumped on without hesitation
Too late to get off to catch the right train again.
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