You wear on your sleeve your disdain for me
When we pass on the street we do not meet or greet.
Instead, I see eyes downcast, and sneers,
Snickering, and fear.
Richard Brenneman: Eats, Shoots 'n' Leaves
Thomas Lord: BerkeleyNativeSun.com
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