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A Beggar Speaks (Free verse) by WondrousMoment
This is the place where, lying face down in the dung-mixed mud I found a tiny thrill: a dollar bill tucked underneath a smelly mound. While getting up (cash in my cup) I heard “Why, thank you! There it is” a sleek gloved hand extended and what had been mine was once more his. I lay and sighed. Then I arose (Shit on my nose) To ask if he could spare some cash. But as I tried he went in, yes, to CVS and bought himself some body-wash.

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