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I chatted to a colleague for an age but failed
To grasp that just days later he would be jailed
Thinking back, his eyes were haunted; his skin grey
But I don’t listen to what people don’t say

I shared a flat on the banks of the Thames
With a guy named Michael, and three other friends
Me dating females, I now see, caused dismay
But I don’t listen to what people don’t say

I was a dead cert for a promotion
Knew we were just going through the motions
Looking back, there were signs not pointing my way
But I don’t listen to what people don’t say

When I remember, I do strive to view
Life in three dimensions instead of two
But I’m still prone to the autistic day
When I don’t listen to what people don’t say


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