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Okay. So what I'm going to do is... this. I have two versions of a poem; one old, one new. The old one is only slightly edited from the original, and the new one is drastically edited. P'raps you could guess which is which, but I would so like to know which sounds better. They are, basically, the same poem, with different words and a different message on the way. They both started out in the same place inside my head.
There are the people in
orange skin and white shirts;
look at them and shiver,
look at them and shake.
There are the people in
false smiles and grave dirt;
you know they are lying, and
they know that you quake.
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There are the people in
orange skin and white shirts,
telling me naught.
There are the boys wearing
summer smiles and old hurts,
showing me life.
There are the women in
cold snow and long skirts,
taking me out.
There are the people in
orange skin and white shirts,
setting me free.
