Straight as a nun I sit.
My fingers foolish before paper and pen
hide in my palms. I hear the slow, accented echo
How are yu? I ahm fine. How are yu?
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Straight as a nun I sit, i see this well, , , , , , , , , , , , , , great line, the poem as a whole, for me, a bit long, still very good.
realities of life.very attractive