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PEOPLE WATCHING AT ANGEL STATION

PEOPLE WATCHING AT ANGEL STATION

I'm having a Starbucks just by Angel station 
A wonderful view to people watch our great nation
The rain outside means there is nothing I can do
Just people watch and take in the view

Who is the first person entering Starbucks doors ?
A man with a long beard looking like Santa Claus 
The next to arrive is a screaming child and mother
She walks in hand in hand with her significant other

The businessman arrives next with his dripping umbrella 
An expresso with extra shot for this soaking fella
Then the obligatory tourists in a group of eight
They have all day and are prepared to wait 

So people watching is so much fun 
I will come back again when my work is done

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Angel

Excellent poetry angel

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Nine Eleven

I love watching people as well, my wife always gives out to me, when I look at them I wonder how there lives have been, I'd love to get to know everyone. 

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lodigiana

I am almost addicted to people watching..especially  when I am on holiday- so many interesting things you notice when you just take a minute out of your day to look at the rest of the world- Love observational poetry like this! nice one Kieran! 

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