All the buskers have your eyes
       eyes slightly sad,
       almost content.
All the buskers have your beard
       beard large, greying,
       almost tidy.
All the buskers are sweet folky teddies
except the angular youth with the electric guitar.
The guitar is a wooden Gibson SG.
He plays the blues.
He’s more like you than any of them.

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