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Panhandler Fasle

I once saw this man Who was panhandling His apparent was gay Though when you look closer upon him His clothing was better than yours He held a sign crying out ... out of work, homeless and hungry Yet he wasn't dirty, had lips covered in gravy He wore Air Jordan shoes shines Head is clean and shaven And his 2018 Lexis is behind the hedge But it's okay his panhandling money to get his auto license Reach in his pocket and four hundred dollars fell out Poor panhandler 03/6/18 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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