Smirk
Subtly he smiled wide
A glimmer of pride rose from his stride
While all the fools around him now
Lost in the stew of a bustling hue
Crimson grey the night begins
A mission, a plan, who knows the end
He does of course that's why his chin
Is tilted at the angle of his brim
Posted by Richard Handley at 1:42 AM
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