The Meat
A few toys were her trade
standing on the side of the passage.
Bearing the daring of a beginner
she had being long hours frustrated.
Seaming week enough
a close forties male approach.
Never looking at the toys he whisper at her ear.
The toys were cheap
but the girl choose to have no price.
The man turned to go away.
But what a price is to buy if you care
for the one you wanted for party.!
The girl looked down at the toys in tears
wiping the edge of her sharp eye.
Copyright © Eleftherios Ioannou | Year Posted 2012
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