Simply Strangers Are
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Mahfooz Ali
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Strangers are strange that way
calling you by name
then call you names
and with a handshake
tuck you back in...
supplying a place
to hang
that tattered hat
when you thought
the hat stand was gone...
in that way—
it is perfectly strange
how strange but perfectly perfect
simply strangers are... stranger...
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