This is a poem about a guy I had a dream about.

With hair and eyes the same dark brown

Skin so fair, but wearing a frown.

Who is this person drifting by?

Ignoring me and the sky?

What has he got against us?

Why wear that sour puss?

So interesting are his feet

That he does not dare to meet


My eyes, which leak

As I hear him speak

Not to me, but in his mind

Oh the sorrows I did find

All the anger and the pain

You may think this very lame

But we pitied him, the clouds and I,

As we silently began to cry.

The End

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