On the bench in front of the lawn
I'm waiting for someone.
I came with a friend.
He walked into the white building.
To visit his friends.
I'll wait for him
Surrounded by several zebra-like patients.
They go their own way.
What are you doing?
I feel a little weak.
Easy to get excited, keep calm and calm.
I have to do something.
Show them.
I have no intention of being divorced from the masses, not a handful.
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Issa, "Poetry of Rejection", his poems are "everyday, spoken, secular and common."
The language is concise and tense, and there is irony in plain language.