Strangers' Faces Poem by Mark Andrew Hogg

Strangers' Faces



Isn’t it good, when everything is new?
When everything’s not tainted,
and nobody feels blue?
Isn’t it just wonderful
when we all get along?

Isn’t it great when we’re all smiles and play?
When conversation’s meaningless
and we’ve got so much to say.
Isn’t it just perfect
when the memories wash away?

Isn’t it sweet, when a stranger blows you kisses across the stream?
and you don’t know who they are?
you don’t know who they are
you don’t know who they are
you don’t know who they are.

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Mark Andrew Hogg

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Dumfries/Ayr/Stirling, Scotland
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