The child on that street - A Poem
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In my own rhythm and my own beat, I walked through that afternoon heat, having had no pity for the ones I cheat , was only disillusioned by the sore on my feet........ until- I saw the Child on that street.
In my own rhythm and my own beat, I walked through that afternoon heat, having had no pity for the ones I cheat , was only disillusioned by the sore on my feet........ until- I saw the Child on that street.
