Richard Nixon Butler
2nd Floor Window - Poem by Richard Nixon Butler
As I look down from my 2ND floor window,
I see people pass back and forth underneath the pale lamplight.
As I look down from my 2ND floor window.
I see Lovers pass holding as I look down from my 2nd floor window
I see people filled with joy and laughter.
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