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Mr. Currie

A living made by service-  
tools of warmth    
his island wares,  
he swings    
bags of pebbled ancience,    
[even at his age]  
keeping his body fit  
his arms and chest  
hard, defined;  
his face is kind  
and handsome    
in a common way.  
His hands are scuffed    
with honest work  
and as I pay  
the money owed,  
exchanging pleasantries  
as we do,  
I swallow a twinge of guilt  
for though  
my hands    
are fairly rough from cold,  
I've never done a day  
as long as he.  
Written by Jestalessa
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