On top of their voices
Like crows in dead trees
'How Are you? ' they asked
Often twice. In case
You don't see them here
Not wanting to know
But for sure be heard
And this is how
Often a day is gone
Done, dead and buried down
By people who dare to ask
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Amazing mood is wisely presented in this magical poem...10