There he hangs on the wall
Staring at who knows what.
His clothes, face a coat of paint:
...
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A Portrait
There he hangs on the wall
Staring at who knows what.
His clothes, face a coat of paint:
O it really looks like him
Most people say, others
Don’t say a word, walking past,
Him catching a tiny draft.
His eyes can only ignore
As he hangs there, so like him.