Snow Showers, possible tonight
“Taxi,” yells the man in the gray coat buttoned up against the chill.
“Allow me, Ma’am.” Taking my bags.
Together we stand as steel steeds speed past.
“Snow showers possible tonight.”
Together we stand as steel steeds speed past.
“Allow me, Ma’am.” Taking my bags.
“Taxi,” yells the man in the gray coat buttoned up against the chill.
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