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cold ..
he lies down on the street
it's cold
people walk around him
a few stop
and ask him how he is
he says I'm fine
how are you
it's nice to meet you
but they quickly hurry on
like he says
it's cold
on the street ..
Published 21st Dec 2018
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21st Dec 2018 00:48am
21st Dec 2018 4:52am
I liked this a lot...that deeply ringing shrill feeling ...that those in the eyes...get conveyed by words, yes words undoubtedly that run seemingly shallow yet those depths pierce..for sure. words in any form are a conveyance more than themselves. stark setting & feeling ..
25th Dec 2018 4:54pm
In my local supermarket, often, there are lots middleclass child beggars at the end of the check-outs asking for money for school trips and football strips. I wondered what they'd say if your beggar got past the supermarket's security and donated 10p with the words, your greed is obviously greater than my need.
I think they'd take it. After all, the reason the beggar is begging is because they've taken everything else from him.
I think they'd take it. After all, the reason the beggar is begging is because they've taken everything else from him.
