051310g Sad Discovery Poem by Manonton Dalan

for fifty cents you have the opportunity
to see somebody's face a mile away
not whole day but one sixth of an hour
remember there are people behind you
who is craving to see how it looks like
some privilige brought a vernacular

for me i just want to see my house
if somebody came to visit to see
my shed looking for tools to borrow
i carefully put two round coins in slot
i pointed telescope directly to my house
i saw something that put tears on my eyes

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