I saw the man that lived in 2B a few times
At least that's what I tell anyone that asks about him
He was a well groomed man
Medium length black and grey hair
I use to imagin that he had a grey hair for every rusty nail he had pulled from his boot heel
Looked like he was in good shap at one time or another
I herd once that he could recall every drop of rain he'd ever herd
Didn't know any jokes
Had no real opinions on religion or politics
Mabey that's why he never came to the building picnics
Checked his mail everyday
He was waiting for something
I don't think it ever came
After some time had past
People stopped talking about him
I never saw him again
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:52 PM UTC
I saw the man that lived in 2B a few times
At least that's what I tell anyone that asks about him
He was a well groomed man
Medium length black and grey hair
I use to imagin that he had a grey hair for every rusty nail he had pulled from his boot heel
Looked like he was in good shap at one time or another
I herd once that he could recall every drop of rain he'd ever herd
Didn't know any jokes
Had no real opinions on religion or politics
Mabey that's why he never came to the building picnics
Checked his mail everyday
He was waiting for something
I don't think it ever came
After some time had past
People stopped talking about him
I never saw him again
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