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What Is It?
Okay. What is it?
Who knocks on my porch? Just you,
old beggar silence?
Is
it my silence
that you want or these small coins?
I have not either.
Are
you homeless too,
my teacher, and come in rags?
You want nakedness?
You
want my gossip
against myself and the tea
of forgiveness, please?
If
I can afford
a duplex, I can afford
to leave you my tsuris?
If
I donÕt give you
my head, you will go thoughtless.
What do you say?
Have
my thoughts for
a robe, but let me be with
you for the night.
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