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The Place Nothing Happens.


I live in a place

where nothing happens

if in a case

anything happens

it does in a restaurant

you could see all of the jaunts

filled with people in  a torrent

they flock and haunt

spend time over a cup of tea

sip ans sip the tea for hours

articulately talk with glee

there could be few lovers

the rest being business minded

talk much of their business aloud

not bothered of the kindred

this be the place I live

where  nothing could ever happen.