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Aug 2015
The question, "How are you?"
I don't know how to answer
I find it an odd question
And why do we bother asking
Over and over

When we get the same answer
I understand it has to be used
In certain formal situations
Or at the doctor

But people you live with ask it

No one ever knows
How anyone is
I'll just answer fine

And yet it is asked over and over

I feel the same way I did
Yesterday
At the same time you asked me

There is not some quality
That distinguishes me
This need for ego

The man of Tao
Seems dull and confusing

Well, that's kind of this person
To ask

But I'll just say the same answer
Again and again
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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