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Apr 2013
I looked across the street,
     And saw an old man smoking a cigar,
          He looked sagacious though feeble,
    That old man with many a scars.
  He had grey eyes
That were miles deep,
 Eyes that whispered
      A thousand words to me...
He's only a part of my imagination.
Nirmalee
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Nirmalee
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