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Apr 2012
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
Duncan Weir
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