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The Blind

The blind man sits alone in the rain
he cannot see the dancing drops
not the moonless sky
but he could feel the wing
furiously howling around him
and hear the music the rain
beats upon the pavement
I say hello
he smiles uncertain if I am friend or foe
"hello"



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