There were two homeless, pity friends
There were two homeless, pity friends.
Lets called one of them, say so,- "Fred".
One day, "Armani" suit Fred found in the dump,
But Fred was not conceited, as I would done.
This means, that not always, a sudden wealth
Corrupted people. Not, at all, always!
Copyright © Alex Klugman | Year Posted 2017
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