By Bridget O
Date: 2003 Jan 18
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Not You


The hum of fluorescent lighting
Washes away the faces
Of those
Not you
Only thing in sight
The tears in children's eyes
Roaring public
Cigarette smoke so thick
You could cut it with a knife
It's just not you
Smell the smell
Of bad grammar
In the air.