The Man In The Green Hat: Corner Table, As Always

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Foucault, Nietzche and Thoreau litter the tables
covering up the places where you wear your heart on your sleeve.
You want to be a thinker, not a feeler-
The great philosoph of our time.
But your hands don't match the aesthetic
and they were made to heal and love,
not to philosophize.
Somewhere in your free trade, tea sipping glory
I know I could make you my lover.
I would try if I could be your cause,
but you, my dear, were made to save the world
and I just live in it.

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