Subway

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Warm, clammy, sweaty, cold,
Slender and young, wrinkled and old.
Here I am in a subway car,
I am merely just a metal bar.
Every minute a different hand,
I can feel the warmth, woman or man.
100 years still standing strong,
Nuts and bolts help me prolong.
Folks knock, kick, stick gum, they must?
I fear the day I wreck and rust.
Still standing in the subway car,
I’m merely just a metal bar.





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