Steve Is Poor
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Scrooge counted pennies
no waste at his door
Steve however was very
very very poor
brandy sour was all there was
the sweetness all gone
with morning doves
no food for thought
rations the norm
Jane left when eyes were closed
the street her only new chore
a penny for ones thoughts
as history repeats
Napoleon marched
many died
I sip my brandy
asking why?
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2018
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