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People Watcher or Borderline Stalker?
Opening up my front wooden door,
I already know it’s going to be an exciting day once more.
People. People. There’s so many.
People. People. A supply that’s plenty.
Down the street on a morning stroll.
It’s hard to be kept under control.
People. People. Never suspecting.
People. People. Always inspecting.
Alongside the sidewalk a dog frantically barks.
Luckily for me i managed to hold in my spiteful remarks.
People. People. I’m obsessing.
People. People. Keep you guessing.
It’s easy to notice your neck so fragile.
Perhaps today I’ll be more agile.
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