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Prologue To Rhymes To Be Traded For Bread

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Even the shrewd and bitter,
Gnarled by the old world's greed,
Cherished the stranger softly
Seeing his utter need.
Shelter and patient hearing,
These were their gifts to him,
To the minstrel chanting, begging,
As the sunset-fire grew dim.
The rich said "you are welcome."
Yea, even the rich were good.

How strange that in their feasting
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Brian Jani 04 July 2014

you are an acrobat with words hey.nicely written piece here

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