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Charity
I stood before the clothes bank
Large, green and made of steel
'Please donate your clothes and shoes'
Was the charity appeal
I always have pangs of guilt
At my life's good fortune
Appeals, to give, such as this
Spur me into action
I removed my clothes one by one
And put them in the bank,
I did not feel any cold;
I had the sun to thank.
I was please that I acted
As my conscience dictated
My heart was all aglow
As I walked home stark naked
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