Keeping pace.
He has a knack
For thinking straight.
Grey checkered ties.
Grey gloomy eyes.
Beyond horizon line
He dares not stare.
Rope is taut.
Barrel's loaded. But
He needs no fame. Time
He does not waste.
A Blue ink spot.
On his white dress shirt.
He grins at it.
He keeps it there.
He does not care.
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