My mate he
takes these photographs in crispy black and white
As he wanders
through the city streets, in the daytime and at night
Emotions captured
on the footpath, lives frozen still in time
Not posed, not
staged, unbeknown, street shooting is no crime
The photographs
they tell a tale, a story of their being
Not you, not I,
not anyone, sees what his lens is seeing
They're all there on Flikr, log on and have a look
And if we're really lucky, he'll put them in a book
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