jerry hughes (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)
It came toward me down at wing and heel,
dirty and unkempt, mumbling incoherently.
Instinctively I reached into my pocket for some coins.
It read my action saying, 'I don't deserve your sympathy,
it's been my fault entirely.'
'What's your name? ' I asked a bit perplexed.
'Annus Horribilis, ' it replied.
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