pre-text: just some ramblings since ive been back.
muse: the stranger who sells tissue paper at the bus interchange
you stand at the same corner everyday
selling the same tissue paper everyday
"Tis-Sue-Pa-Per-One-Dol-Lar" is all you ever say
i walk past you
and wonder is this all you ever do
if this life you lead is true
today you are not at the usual spot
i must admit i find it odd
i think of you now, but i never thought.
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