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Explain, explain—
Speak in words plain.
Your obscure notation
I shan't ascertain.

Explain, explain—
Not in manner profane.
Perhaps we are fated
To speak in vain.
the
smell
of the
barbecue grill
taunts
my hunger pains
I walk on by
uninvited
with no place
to
go.
Beneath warm grey skies
The soul saw you, heart felt you
In light and shadow

— The End —