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The begger

I saw a man today
he was begging on the street
The cold air strucked his fingers
holding the can with money
that would maybe make
his day better

It made me think:
Who am I to complain about my life


Fri vers av Jaquelen Wikström
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Publicerad 2009-03-26 21:42



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