Poem By Will Philip

You are together in body, one crowd.
Iam alone one man.
But how are you linked,
SPEECH? Some are silent.
HEARING? Voices clash & distort.
SIGHT? Some look the other way.
TOUCH? You are unaware.
SMELL? then I am with you, we are together in the smokey room.

Written before the smoking ban.

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