I knew a man
Who had rubbed away
The beard on his chin,
Staring through windows.
He wandered the white line,
Frozen upon the road,
Deep in thought,
Then veered off,
Drawn to the glass,
And there, upon frost or summer burn,
Laid his chin and stared
At what went on
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