People, of a particular sect, or rather cult, cut across the Atlantic, and after a specific time, cut into line, to attend a Broadway musical.
To attend, but first to buy– tickets, at the ticket booth. The line cut was the line to buy tickets.
They stood in the rain, in the line on the lane, the lane of Broadway, in Mannahattas.
Their cutting cult was Puritan, their time ran fine, for time is money, and money is cutting.
Spam of Human Affection 
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