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Umbrella Man
He's the old but caged soul.
He's the neighborhood watch.
He's the seller of raingear.
He the clock of the block.
Were that I he.
Seeing what be me.
I could remain silent till the falling dainty change.
I could have dropped the fear of his eyes and been less racist.
What could thee have said?
Who will be the change?
Who will grow from fear?
I hope I see his eyes the morrow and give a glint to him, real.
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