Many years ago an afternoon Tired of the arc on the way home I see him as she passed Drawn in a dark corner Bread in his hand, was eating bread By bread additives to tears Sobbing, crying I saw a poor, poor me too I saw a poor, poor me too. In a world where mans man crush It was not easy for him to live There was no house, no money had What were safe, what car The streets of his home, loneliness, his friendly Years ago, it was an abandoned street children What has changed in the years after the man was a street.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 09:54:16 +0000
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