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Poetry, it's everywhere...


This instruction label inside the metro sounds a bit like a poem. But somehow the real meaning seems to be lost here; in emergency, if you pull the handle, the doors will open...not we open the door? Maybe the person was really writing poetry because it reads abstract.

Comments

It does read a bit like a poem! Great fun to read if your trying to save your life.
Shalini said…
my goodness. i had the very same thought and actually saved the verses in my phone 3 years ago!
Ghost Particle said…
yeh, cool isnt it...itll be fun and then youre almost dead. hehehe...

Shalini;me2 to been seing it for so long...
mona said…
I know its a little late but I want to ish you a hapy new year!
Kartoshka said…
I am sorry for taking forever to reply. Happy New Year, and any other holidays that you celebrate.

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