Looking Through the Window
I stare at all the people, their different shapes and build, thinking to myself, it takes all types to make a world.
A tall man sweeping footpaths, there's a big man in a car, a lonely looking soul, propped up at a bar
A redhead window shopping, looking at a dress, rummaging for credit cards, and getting in a mess.
Two drunks passing, swaying, holding one another up, a country type with greyhound dogs, one looks like a pup.
Two schoolboys mock fighting, until an elbow goes astray, now the fightings real, it didn't start this way.
A traffic warden smiling, giving tickets out with ease, the vehicle owners coming back, I don't think he'll be pleased.
A blonde girl wearing glasses with stilettos on her feet, struggling to stay upright as she crossed the cobbled street.
I look at all the people and I look at them again, life would be so boring, if everybody were the same.
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