The poet sits on the sidewalk, a fedora for tips in front of him.
He hands out poems to those who can see.
Some read his words one way, others another.
And some can't see his words.
At least not at first.
He hands out poems to those who can see.
Some read his words one way, others another.
And some can't see his words.
At least not at first.
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