Sitting in my corner.
People pass me.
Judge for my appearance.
Make remarks upon what they see.
I am person of intelligence.
With views so many.
Its hard to find anyone with any intelligence.
To share a cup of thought with..
I sit in my corner.
In insolation for being me.
I Siddiqi 8.03.09
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