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When you

When you take the bus
you get used to waiting and watching the cars go by

when you are a gamer
you might aspire to be a first person shooter

when you are one of Plato's butchers
you cut meat at the joints

when you are dry
or thirsty for coffee
you might try the cafeteria
but you probably won't like it

when you are a child
and it rains
and it storms
and the storm sewers overflow
onto the streets
you meet your first tadpoles
and perhaps a frog or two

when you work in a hospital
you have to go to a lot of meetings
and are exposed to all kinds of germs
but every once in a while
someone asks you how you are

when you think about it
you can't really help the way you look
so you must forgive yourself for that
and for the bald patches starting
on your forehead
and the back of your head.

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