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A Man with Blue Eyes by Gayatri Galav, 15, New York, New York He sat arms folded and lips pursed, His bright blue shaggy eyes Lit the dim pub. His brow furrowed, Forming a thin line underlining His forehead. Apparently In concentration, His back caved outward, Shouldering a head Dropping, Tapping his fingers to a Queer rhythm, He stared. Ignoring the hushed whispers Ablazing the room, Fixing his burning icy eyes Frigidly on the green glowing glass Outlining the wrinkles On his sagging face, He lifted the cup to his dried lips, And sipped. |