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I watch you and try to understand who you are.

Your suit and briefcase.

Do you also have a beach home or a ski lodge?

You look at me and try to understand who I am

Do I have any home at all? I ask you to buy my paper.

Sometimes you do,

And I appreciate you. We all can find our dreams have Fallen

Our happy place is somehow


For it doesn’t matter if you are

Rich or poor Black or white

At times, helping each other is

Just the thing

That’s right.