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Aug 2013
the young guy
at the traffic light
begging for money
at midnight

distressed eyes
hand stretched
'I do no harm'
he apologized

I know,
I replied
handing in
some change,
I cried

safe home
tough night
he does not know  
he did me much harm

the young guy
at the traffic light
afflicted eyes
at midnight
RoDin
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   Me and Gary Muir
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