Think

by Eric Y. Theriault

What must you think of me?
Am I clown to brighten your day?
Am I servant to bring you your desires, neatly and cleanly?
Am I souly for your eyes to observe?
Or am I more?

What must you think of me?
A strange man without a clue;
But that's not what I think of you,
But do you care of my thoughts?

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