by Mike Nichols
- You have not, as I, walked
- the silent sleeping streets,
- with streaming eyes, running
- from the women in the windows.
- You have not slid, as I have slid,
- under the seas to see the shells,
- smiling and swimming silently.
- You have not seen the moon
- running along the sky.
- So shut up.
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