the story was of a man who lives in the town.
never seen a man so up and down.
his north was straight,
south and east.
west was what ever could become
never mattered much,
it was as a setting sun.
fears lined,
across his shoulders.
though it was never seen.
who's confusing,
he asks his shadow..
claiming it is as true as gold.
carefully he stands,
perched high on the tower.
cleverly planning his night.
he's the up and down man,
who sways from the plan
he swear he is never living.
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