Beggar Haiku
The beggar, once prince,
is now dancing on his head.
He tries be common.
The beggar gives gold.
How he tries to give it worth
in the people's hands!
The beggar, confused,
listens to the great singers,
impressed by found words.
Everyone is
a little bit right and wrong:
all we know of truth.
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