I KNOW HIM

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HE sat on a stool as I passed;
smiling at me each time.
Knowing I know HIM.
HE told me to go home before the rain;
one drop hit my face as I open the door.
Morning, still sitting on the stool, this old MAN.
HE told me to go the other way;
don't know why, but I listened.
No ones at work, the building ablaze.
I passed this old MAN, this evening;
HE smiled, HIS Eyes were on me.
I smiled, remembering I know HIM.

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