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May 12, 2010
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Good Samaritan
I met a man on a curb in town
his luck was bad, his countenance down
his smile killed by darkened frown
heart heavy like a wooden door
His eyes upturned to look at me
as I knelt upon one knee
and spoke to him with sympathy
for I had been there before
His face had turned a reddened hue
he dropped his eyes and said "thank you
'tis quite a kind thing for you to do"
and then was silent once more
He pondered what I had to say
as I got up to walk away
over my shoulder my glance did sway
and glimpsed the smile he was looking for
— infinite_dwarf, May 12, 2010
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ziggy
16 years ago
hi there
infinite_dwarf
16 years ago
Thanks, Zig!
Kailashana
16 years ago
Sometimes a hand, a touch, a
infinite_dwarf
16 years ago
I see what you mean