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Quick glances at the wrist watch.
Tell of your impatience.
As the hungry writhe in the morning heat.
I sit in the cafe on the corner
And watch as you shuffle your feet.
Red man obstacle watches
He shall not let you pass.
Until that mechanical piper.
The Green man that hears his cry.
Beckons on those shiny shoes.
With an 8 bit mechanical sigh.
I take time to drink my coffee.
And absorb the readers face.
I lose myself in the moment.
From then I cant retrace.
My watch has become impatient.
As I rise up from my seat.
And walk with shiny shoes
To the green man upon the street.