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      <title>All in vain</title>
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      <description>&lt;div class=&#34;poem&#34;&gt;
She loves her job
But has a strange way
of showing her affection 
More than me, I asked 
...
What is your name again
She replied
A stranger, let us leave
it at that
She cries one evening 
It is too much 
But I remember 
The same day, I made her 
Smile
If I was her
At that moment it seems
I&#39;d go to her every morning 
I wouldn&#39;t miss a shift
Her first smile had
enchanted me
It&#39;s an embarrassing emotion
I hope she has them too
It is vanity 
But her voice 
I&#39;d rather everyday 
The little Workaholic &#39;s hands 
have touched my soul.
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      <title>Don&#39;t peck my glass sparrow</title>
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      <description>&lt;div class=&#34;poem&#34;&gt;
I see a bird
every morning
he is one
a solid routine he has
I know not of his name
I know not if he possesses one
but what I know of
is his morning routine
Apparently he has taken
upon himself
To remind me everyday
he is alive
On another day 
Wake up
On another 
Now you see me
On...
Now you don&#39;t 
He&#39;s sort of 
A shy bird 
But I might be mistaken 
Though what I know 
Is his hate for photographs
He is a sort of a star
among the birds
To my knowledge 
No photos 
In a fit he seems to say
But what do I know
I am but a guy 
With a window.
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