Hunched over, he was.
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His wrinkled skin reflecting no light.
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His great limbs swing with only a rhythm that he could understan.
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How many years had he seen?
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Fifty?
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Nintey?
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He did not know, nor did it matter now.
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Standing alone, wind pushing at him with seductive tugs.
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Children giggling around him, unseeing.
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Bumping into him, appologies missing.
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He only stands there, silent,
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Weeping,
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As he has always done, without complaint.
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Until the blade, shivering, and shining,
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Seeks to strike him down.
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He will not struggle, will not swing his great limbs,
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Will not fight,
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As
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He
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Falls.
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SamIAm
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Line 8 contridicts itself. Sorry. (SamIAm)
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maybe "standing alone the wind tugs at him seductively" ?... why did he always stand there?... enjoyed this SamIAm....alice
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seems draining (from a reader's standpoint)
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Don't think of him as human. Maybe.....a tree? I use to work at an "old folk's home" and allot of those people were ignored, thought beautiful in their young age, and then cut down when they out-grew their usefulness. (SamIAm)