Make a mountain out of it

Had the tuna smell of salad stuck on me
Took the bus home when at the gardens stood still the time
Two dead mobile phones I met
Febrile in the cold night weather
Strolling along the silent streets of old
My barber says hello in a car
Alas, he remembered me!
At least somebody did
Brought a smile to my face

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