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She welcomed me in with a grin and a hello,

You look like a sin but you’re such a nice fellow,

She spoke in a way that struck me as fallow,

The language I learned as I hung from the gallows.

I spent last night in a basement on the hill,

If the remedy doesn’t kill me, I know that I will,

I have these friends that must keep me alive,

And a poem that wonders, who sees through these eyes?