Around 5’o clock, and everyone stops.
Some come out of their caves to see me.
All strain their necks to get a glance of me.
They shower me with compliments and praise.
Calling me pretty and beautiful, wish I could say the same.
I have to leave soon, so please run to me.
Hurry, I am leaving soon.
They will never know I was here.
And who knows when I will ever appear.
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