Ain't ya got no rhymes for me?
Today the interviewer says, "You're bright and creative, did you not want
A different career?"
I am nonplussed. What other life
Than my life? It would be another life.
And I walk down Kingsway, and think, but my life, my loves,
my voice,
Here in the sound of my footsteps and softness of my gloves.
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