The Mystery Man

Follow on from the Marmite Man

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You sit in sun,

You sit in the shade.
Your mind is open, 
your mind is closed.
Your thoughts are hidden,
Your thoughts are shared.
Some days you engage, 
Some days you won’t.
You rarely smile,
You often frown.
What lies behind that dour facade,
Is it pain or a life of misery? 
Who are you?
What are you really about?
Why do they call you 
The mystery man? 

 

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