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[sunsetsburn]

From my window at a red light
In a confused, yet dead sight
I see a man, who sped right

Away wearing the same shirt
And saying, to him, my name hurt
Because as a dame, I'm in the same skirt

Strung by my feet and that traffic light
Backed by the cataracts of that Baptist's sight
And in my long face I see the same plight

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[vera_nomore]

Never a dull moment at work, eh? Ay!