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Caught In The Act
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2001 Strolling down my lane
Keeping to myself
Attending to my agenda
Just being me.
You intersect with eyes gawking
with nothing valuable to offer
Daunted by my indifference
Caught in the act, with silent scorn.
Missing a route for new friendship
when a simple salutation would have only been humane
Instead a prejudgment that repels
A disgusted display that derailed common pleasantries.
Too bad.
We could have been well acquainted
Narrowing our indifference
As I continue to stroll...
