One Kind
One came with a plague
Banging with a plate
Sounding his ailment
Begging to all
As all could see
For a reprieve
to sooth
his yawning emptiness
the other came
clothed in purple robe
making a claim
to sooth my pain away
while trying to clothe
and pin a gain
so as to set tent
for the rainy day.
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