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the begger girl
she was berely there,
a shadow cast in the
rain.
her wet hair matted
to her face,
head tilted down,
eyes squinted against
the spate.
as I drove past,
I read the sign
in her hands...
"ANYTHING
HELPS,
GOD BLESS."
I don't think
he does...
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