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Aug 2014
Toothless
he dragged himself along,
legless
through the mire
on a wheeled-board
covered in
***** & feces,
to beg for coins.
I thought Jesus,
I thought I had problems,
my issues seemed insurmountable
'till I witnessed this
human-like form skimming
the cobblestone streets
at dog-eye level.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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