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Vagrant Promises

Per chance, Madame, you will be kind Please, can you spare me, but a pence? I wish to eat and, too, I thirst. I must now pay my rent. Per chance, dear sir, you will be kind Please, can you spare me, but a shilling? I promise not to drink it down Nor, at the track, a killing. Can someone please assist me now For I’ve seen to have lost my way? I promise, if you help me now I’ll return the deeds someday.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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