Every
morning
The
group of guys
They
park their motorcycles
Under
the shade of trees
They
stand around
Watching
at nothing
On
the former mining pool
Across
it the food court
Nothing
extra ordinarily
Nothing
to fire up one's imagination
The
group of guys watching
Maybe
to pass the morning day
The
Chinese woman selling drinks
When
the staring at nothingness is done
The
guys will buy drinks then watch again
Maybe
it is good to sail the frustrations of life
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