Empty pockets sticking out like a tongue,
I smiled a vague smile hard to comprehend,
And hoped my helplessness he'd understand,
The early sun mild like a child still young.
He smiled at my plight, gesturing at me,
I too what all I then had— a vague smile,
Misery appreciating misery!
Knew, it was not rehearsed, gag nor guile,
And tried to...
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