Friday, 5 June 2009

The Passport

Behind schedule, he needed to hurry,
His flight waited, he sped past in a flurry.
Arriving at check-in, counter women let out a yawn,
“Madam, if I miss this, my job is gone!”
“Passport please,” she retorted. “Let’s not dwell.”
Then suddenly, he remembered it was still at the hotel.

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