Behind a Coffee Shop With Paper Planes

There! a newsstand! Inside, where that man stands. Nobody stops for magazines he's owing for your glance. He loves the print on paper, and a craving for it's smell. A broken soul dealt hands of cards misfortuned you can tell. Well, years passed. His stand? the same. That old lady stopped to browse, but at home she left her change. Seemingly sad, So she buttoned up her coat And whistled toward the street for that ride to fly her home. “Just a minute ma'am.” He smiled, showing teeth. “My morning traveled customer take that tabloid there, it's free. I’ve had this stand for years and they never saw the sign” -Corner Newsstand: My gift! You don’t have to pay a dime-