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i see you there across the way

and there's something about the way you say

not that i hear as i can only see

but your hands are moving wildly in ecstasy

as you speak some wonderfully intense story

of that dramatic moment within your day

the one your voice can only partly relay

so from a distance let me convey

i really love what your nonverbals say

January 8, 2004, NYC

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