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A Clearing House of Bone Shakers and Body Scrapers

Taking turns to float the halls...

A palace full of wheel walkers and senceless talkers,

Killing time and crawl the walls.

Some deal poker cards at an empty table,

For a game that never ends...

While others sit and play a few hands,

With imaginary friends.

There's always a special checker game,

With old timers in a groove...

Strangely enough, day after day...

The checkers never move.

Their minds get stuck on memories,

Of a pleasant time they see...

I guess when life comes down to waiting,

                                 There's no better place to be'