The Hunchback
The Hunchback so anxiously waiting to not be seen by the crowded crowd in limousines. He softly covers his eyes and tries to cover his back with a cape of disguise. A young kid yells, “ hey I see The Hunchback” recognizing his shape that does not lack. So many people run in great multitudes but poor oh Hunchback cries in solitude. God Bless!
Copyright © Daniel Sweatt | Year Posted 2020
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