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By Walking Contradiction Date: 2002 Nov 26 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.26.07.22.3949]] |
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It's all about that subtle look That lacks in eye contact That visualises floor space Too often when we pass, Yet another chance to speak. If only you could say The lines so well rehearsed In my head then maybe Anything could be possible. But the for drawn conclusion Is that my script will never be read And you'll never see my face But hopefully my shoes will always be Etched in your heart. |