Light dark shade of this morning
tarnishes the energy
but backed with yournings
half a dozen heads
stands in front of though
it is freezing ;
now and then among them
one is sneezing .
" oh ! you'll catch a cold "
some heard as it was told
a rigorous smile,
it was the old man " bold "
they move their hands
they smoke , they laugh
and for a bus
they are awaiting
mild and soft
thousand secrets unstopped
isn't this winter morning amazing ?
W.A.D. Joel Lennon
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