Thirty

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I have a habit
Of keeping
My head down
As I walk. I find
That I see
Strange things
Down there.

I once saw
A beautiful creature
An insect.
I couldn't find
The words
To describe it;
It reminded me
Of your eyes-
They are beautiful but
I can
Never
Ever
Find the words to describe them.

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