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Category: Writing and Poetry
Kindness has no earthly pension; They shake your hand with hesitation; (Who is this fool who gave so much, Lacking carfare for the bus?) They watch you limping, off you go, Then its back to business, rightly so; They reset their minds to accumulation, Not for them such humiliation: A cup of tea by poor-stoked coals; An army blanket full of holes; A hard backed chair in a drafty room, And silent prayers youll be taken soon.
2:48 PM
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