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He offered me his coat, I was cold but declined
he draped it anyway and what could I do but thank him?
He was now my hero, chilled under the bridge, old and thin
"You aren't like the others I've chanced to find.
You're almost clean." I tried to not laugh, offered a napkin to wipe
smudges off. "Are you lost?" I responded in kind
"Are you? Sorry that was my immature mind."
"Oh no I have a home, would you believe?" pointing as he helped swipe.
"Up there beneath the roar of the traffic, between the braces.
I'd invite you in, but have yet to tidy up my quarters,
why aren't you at home being someone's daughter?
Believe me sleep is hard when rush hour races.
"I have a block of government cheese.
I backed away "Oh child, he'd pulled out a knife
I have no wrong intentions on your life,"
sliced "Here have some, it's almost fresh, if you please."
I asked, "Are you God?" He just smiled.
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