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            Another day,
                        same as the day was ...,
               six hours, four minutes, and three seconds ago,
                            (sigh) I can hear him with my eyes shut.

                    I will remind myself
                        to purchase an hourglass
                          as it will be less taxing
                                   lest I start counting its sand ...,
                            (sigh) a psych appt will be forthcoming.

                          Let me peek out my window,
                           good, he can't see me from,
                   across the street.

                      He constants my being, 
                                       there he is--the 'beggar', begging     
      again,               
             and look ...,
                        it's two young boys and they're so gullible.

                  Islanders spirits,
                                 our weaknesses and our strengths,
                    that is so defining.
                           Yet, 'tis advantageous act, 
 was directed at the boy's interest based on a condition,
                  "If you give me this, then I will give you that."

                            The 'beggar' knows both the Islanders
                and the streets (a preferred euphemistic term).
                                   I cannot be blind to what's 'ere me.
                              'Twill be in my best interest if I moved.
                                   But why should I pull up my stakes?
                              He's the one that's homeless.
   And by the looks of faces that surround--I'm heartless.
    It's no great wonder that I am getting no sympathy ...,
                   let alone, support.
                             The authorities laughed at me and said,
                                 that me being up in years and all,
                            should be ashamed of myself,
                     carrying on that way.
                      They warned me, saying
                     if I bothered them again about that Big O!
                          They'll take me away and lock me up.
                           So I went to the courthouse
                             and the judge said the same words too.
                       She'll have me put away
                              and have me locked up as well.
                        Now don't that beat all.

                                I believe he's hiding something deep.
                                 So deep that it is a dark matter.
                      And everybody idles about as if it's nothing.

             Look at them, 
                               giving away a part of their lives to him,
                                 and with the kids by their sides.
                                 It's incredible to watch him beg, 
                 and beg, and beg,
                   and they give and they give and all give it up.
                                 I'll grant that he's a bit savvy.
                                Sights, songs, sways, sweets, oh,
                             and don't forget suckers too!

                            Methinks it'd be good timing
                         to put all this to words.
                           Let others deduce my plight
                              as my measures reduce their fight.

                            Oh my! Alas! He heard me ...,
                   and now he sees me! 
                          "Ahoy me 'matey!" (hehehe!)
                             Ah, his hand is stretched out, 
                    it'd be unnatural if
                  he didn't do that, 
     WAIT! 
                              I need to finish my final entry 
                in my journal ... 
                                I am going to see an old friend, 
                        I can only hold a piece of him with me, 
                           the rest of him is outside, 
                                 he begs relentlessly to join him, 
                            he's big, strong, and always lifts me. 
                          
Signed, Beggars 'O Friend 
'Lil C'

(Okay, sunglasses and 'um, where's that beach towel?)
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