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Sunday morning

Today

A man said to me

You might be

Surprised 

At how I look 

(I wasn’t)

You might think 

I’m

Built

For different 

Things

(I didn’t) 

You might think 

My way 

Is not the way

That it is 

(I wouldn’t)

 

Yet he seemed 

Happy

In his own 

Dressed up 

Way 

With his hair clip 

In place

And his bandana 

Threatening 

To hide

His unclear 

Mouth 

 

And I wondered

Who he was 

And 

What he thought 

And where he’d come 

From 

And when he’d know 

And why 

Oh why 

Would he 

Do 

This 

And how 

Our lives had

Crossed 

This Sunday morning 

When I wasn’t 

Even 

Coming 

Down

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