The Blind Man
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The blind man
walks slowly to the voting polls,
reaches for a lever
and pulls it.
There! Now I’ve voted.
I’m a good citizen.
Leaving, he stumbles
and falls into my arms.
Did you vote today?
No, I’m not blind.
Category: Social
Written: June 2018
Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2019
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