I hug people; I’m like that, tactile.
I don’t hug everybody,
just those (I sense) send out welcoming signals,
those who want me to take them, now.
Sometimes I do get it wrong though
and they shrink back,
wriggle themselves free from embrace,
look at me fearful.
Not everyone trusts a man with a scythe.
For Hedge's 55.
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