Jack 115
Listening, viewing body language, some will say spy
But I’m just watching people, as life goes by
All sorts of people, young and old
I’m making up stories that they’ve never told
Stories of sadness, trauma and grief
Stories of wonder, amazement and sheer disbelief
Some people hard to decipher, some done with ease
But it’s all imaginary, so I write what I please
Can’t be sure if what I write is what they would really say
It doesn’t matter though, as they’ll never read it anyway
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