#4

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By XII

You say you stand
By your man
With a palm
From an open hand
No one tells me
Who laughs the most
I am the hurricanes
Whinging down to little Surrey
To say: "How do you do?"
We can be driving nowhere
And hit love landmines
Tripping into something
That smells like a discovery
It humbles us and we see
The fingertips clutch onto
Real hope in real people's lives