I imagine the drawer that I open,
from which I place a hat on my head.
I imagine the door that I go through,
as I walk out into fresh smelling air.
I imagine the flower that I pick from the ground at my feet.
I see the gratitude that the person expresses,
as the flower is handed over.
And a smile in black widens across my white face.
from which I place a hat on my head.
I imagine the door that I go through,
as I walk out into fresh smelling air.
I imagine the flower that I pick from the ground at my feet.
I see the gratitude that the person expresses,
as the flower is handed over.
And a smile in black widens across my white face.
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