8: 02 P.m.
8 people standing in the rain,
Only 7 umbrellas.
7 people knowing it all,
I have no clue for you.
7 people have caught the train,
While I was seeking shelter.
7 people now heading home,
As the rain gets to know me better.
poem by John Walls (2007)
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