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The Rocking Man
Every time my friends and I ran by,
He'd be rocking in his chair.
We never saw him twitch,
Never saw him move an inch.
All he would do was rock,
Looking at everyone.
Sometimes I'd be afraid to look at him,
Scared of his expression,
Sometimes I imagined I was he,
Rocking in that chair.
One day I remember,
I turned and the chair was empty,
The days passed by,
But he was never there again.
I don't know why,
But sometimes I missed him.
He was part of our community,
you could say he was a friend.
