Sometimes art
Has no hands
The poor couple
Who sat here days
Ago
Went to the other
Village because no one
Accommodated them
For a night's stay
And the famous artist
Did not bother except
Of course his way of
Depicting them
In his new bronze
Structure that now
Lies on display in the
Public park.
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