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On the beach
The sun bleached the gathered forms
With coats and ties and sighs
All formal, they waitied for me
Blackened backs facing
I waited for their formation to break
As a welcoming smile breaks
And is disarming
But the comittee did not turn
I grew aware that they knew that I was there
There were retorts but no one cared
There were retorts but no one cared
I waited for their formation to break
As a welcoming smile breaks
And is disarming
