StrangerA Poem by meltingtubaNothing is stranger
than seeing a stranger with all the strange things you have never seen before As they walk down the street strange way they move their feet the stranger stops at a strange store the likes of which you've never realized was there before It's too odd, too strange, too weird the clothes, the face, the nose, the beard strange city, strange place, strange earth you thought you knew © 2012 meltingtubaAuthor's Note
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