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Giving the small things

I felt a tap on my shoulder, so I looked

standing there stood he

only coming up to my shoulder

i smiled in a friendly way

i knew not what he wanted

i offered him money, he turned away

i offered him food, he turned away

I knew not what to do, so I frowned

then he tapped me on the shoulder

said he "Mister, I need one thing"

I nodded for him to go on

"Sit down" he said

I sat and as I did he looked at me

"Now please, talk"

And as I did, the boy never interupted

at last i looked over, he was fast asleep

a smile upon his lips

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duncan-weir
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Apr 13, 2012
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