On saying - good-bye-
To you at morning,
Wise, as a snake,
I surely nark
The wild citizens around,
With a smile, so gay.
I disturb them also
With my gait,
And with feel of spring,
With my attempts
To say - Pardon me! -
When I push somebody.
They consider that
To be dangerous,
Because of
When I catch their
Irritated looks,
They inevitably
Go involved
Into that
I'm loving you...
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