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I wander by the wayside You can easily find me With the alms-bowl in my eye Hungry, starved and famished I ask unashamedly, though I know I’ll be turned away I beg and plead I do not ask for your life I do not ask for a ride I do not ask to be fed Just some coins of pity Few words of comfort And some leftover love You might throw away I’ll hoard as manna for life!
Angelina Pandian
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009 |
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