today I walked the way to work
just like the other, any day
I felt an ich like hit of fork
all I met, their look was other way
I've noticed it, the world is blind
or perhaps it, could I say
my sole is teared, no bind
with islets in stormy bay
so while walking with this thought
I did look to meet a human blush
no look for morning smile was brought
bid for million went down in rush
oh, dear, this blind rush...
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