A hermit is walking around,
No one knows if it is man or woman
Nor why it came out of solitude.
The hermit mummers not a sound
And walks blankly down the road.
Last sighting was the hermit on a bench
In the park,
Where it's been for weeks,
Staring at it's own self,
Contemplating the life it lives,
And if it shall remain
The way it was.
Cute!! i love this one! it's a bit of a thinker but i got it and thot it was really funny/clever :)
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