If I Were a Stranger
And proached you in parking lot
while unloading your groceries
and I frowned
would it be different if under same stances
I proached you and
smiled?
Yepperooni, just sayin', be careful
not to throw baby
out with bathwater.
Vice versa, too, is what we struggle with,
Broken ribs and tattoos.
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among other things
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