Title: C.K. Williams |
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The Singing I was walking home down a hill near our house on a balmy afternoon When a young man turned in from a corner singing no it was more of It didn't matter I could tell he was making his song up which pleased We went along in the same direction then he noticed me there almost So I smiled but the face of the young man showed nothing he looked No menace was meant I gathered no particular threat but he did want That's all nothing else happened his song became indecipherable to No one saw no one heard all the unasked and unanswered questions Besides I wouldn't have meant it nor he have believed it both of us Sometimes it feels even when no one is there that someone something |
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Five Questions for C.K. Williams(Questions by Melissa Arkin)
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