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Those bright eyes,
They meant some business,
But those brave feet
They occupied my thoughts;
I was heavy
Loaded with warm winter clothes,
He was bare
That skinny chest visible
I looked at those bright eyes again
They were questioning;
When i turned around and
Looked at my fancy winter shoes
I realized;
There are many who don't speak!
Sometimes silence keeps hidden words
They are needy yet they don't task;
That shivering body gave some jerks
With a sigh he took that plunge
And i still loaded with that
Winter dress and fancy shoes!