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By Jack Joseph Smith
Sight and Sound
A long time ago
I made a pact
With the blind men
cause they were all alike
And I was twirling
my finger in the air
Standing there
. in this bank
Truth and God
Loud and silent
And mixed up
It all depends on the smile
I mean sometimes
You look the other way
Ajd even for mischief,
never look back