Suave and swift and a mighty wit
Why do you never listen just a bit?
Shaved faces and lustrous grins
Is all we want, is all that wins..
He walked with a beard and soiled rag..
Ink on his nails and dreams in his bag,
They wished for walls they died building
In a frame he lived, where it never stopped raining.... 
-----Nair-----

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