Ragged
A bum wore ragged clothes in my neighborhood,
With giant holes in them and he smelt awful.
Although he had little, he was misunderstood,
There was a bum in my old neighborhood.
He saw such darkness, but he looked for good,
The many insults he got weren't lawful.
There was a bum in my old neighborhood,
He wore ragged clothes, and he smelt awful.
10/05/2021
Contest:” R” A New or Old poem
Sponsor: Constance La France
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