A poem by Sydney Stone, I do not own the image.
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I spied you there,
Sat by the stair,
Sipping ‘pon your fag-
Passing time-
Without a care.
And yet I could tell,
By your vacant stare,
That it had, indeed, been someone else,
Who had passed you by,
Without a care.
Fevered Mind 
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