looking to the rafters and the rafters got an answer
but the rafters don't send postcards
or fake magazine exposure photos
the rafters shed some light, but they shed it all night through
they shine it down on everybody -
me, him, her and you
the light, it looks like answers
and it may look like a smile
but I tell ya one thing true,
a smile can be faked from either side
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Poetry without gesticulation.
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