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  • Rambling through the city
    on a rainy afternoon, content
    to watch the traffic flow
    and know that all is as it should be

    dreary skies can't bring me down
    I drive about the town with
    nothing more to do
    than think of you. I'm just a clown

    parading for the masses
    with my funny glasses and
    my lapel flower squirting water
    on the “Why so serious” classes

    who hurry past me rushing
    to and fro, and do they know
    what lies ahead, or are they dead
    to feelings, elbowing and pushing

    into lines, demanding time
    when time is never there. Somewhere
    in time they lost the vision
    and traded the mundane for the sublime.

    Heading back home
    so tired of the hypocrisy
    when all of it is really me
    refusing to be them...or is it them refusing to be me?

    ~Fred~
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