The streets are blurry
As passersby rush,
Through and forth
In a hurry.
He watch them pause
Conversed amongst,
Litter cigarette butts,
As he lay in booze.
He opened his palms
Some looked, some shook
Others took a coin,
Gave an alms.
He sat there yesterday
His friends all over town
They too opened there palms
Business I say.
April 18,2006
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