by Marc Carver
At the entrance to the town
I jumped up onto the wall
and sat there in the sun
closed my eyes
and listened to all the people pass by
I saw one old boy looking at me up there
as if i was a king
he smiled at me
and i smiled back.
If anybody asked me what i was doing up there
I would have told them
that i like looking down on people
which is not totally true
but in the end
nobody asked what i was doing up on the wall.
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