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Jul 2013
he walks up to me,
focused, still,
only saying what he's remembers;
what he needs to say.

he doesn't speak to me,
but to an old woman beside him.

his overalls drape over
his big, broad shoulders.
his silver-blue eyes
sting my soul,
digging deep into my heart.

even though i have never seen
this man before,
he interests me deeply.

he drives away, but
only for a moment
or two.

he's seen children pass,
but that only makes him stronger.

although,
the thing i love the most
is his sweet,
tangy,
southern drawl.
Amanda Michaels
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