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Face
Face
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Crossing the streets I saw a man.
Rushed by the time hissing and mumbling all the way.
The face I remembered.....
I saw it somewhere.
It was the face
that played a part
in making me smile
in my childhood
The feet that ran behind me
With enthusiasm all around
These feet are tired now
Need some rest...
The face was full of wrinkles of the load it bore made the sparkle in the smile fade. ....
