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The watcher
The watcher
He watches all the comings and goings in the park
Always standing always leering
No one ever speaks to him
He is silient as stone
He watches for weeks and years
A marble heart and a marble soul
No tears form on his cheeks he captures only one expression
He watches with eyes that never move or close
Birds are his friends they perch on his shoulders
...Thursday 11th February 2010 5:07 pm
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