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Fatigue

The man in the corner
all slumped over
looks forlorner
,than a tired lover

forehead dulled
,with heavy working
eyelids lulled
;by the train's jerking

,head hangs noddy
limbs go limply
among a number
;he dozes simply

,a dumb slumber
,a dead ending
a spent body
homeward wending

Peggy Bacon 'Malay and Moulding