i glance at her thighs high
matching her high heels
her pouting lips betrayed
her dislike to my company
kids from street my guide
while shopping downtown
isn't your wealthy manhattan
somewhere in deep far eastern
where kids follow you around
hoping you're kind enough
to give few change or food
they are helpful, i have fun
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