Get a pencil
and a canvas,
and draw these:
A store with dresses hung
And sandals arranged
The owner of the store
at the left, holding
a bottle of Coke
and putting bread
into his mouth
A child at the right,
wearing a worn-out shirt,
looking sadly at the store,
touching his abdomen,
barefooted
Do not add any color
for I see no beauty in it.
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