Unwanted
The homeless man feels unwanted,
Sitting there with his little dog.
In company, he is daunted...
The homeless man feels unwanted,
But avoids charity, flaunted.
It's winter soon, with harmful fog.
The homeless man feels unwanted,
Sitting there with his little dog.
11/2/2015
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Contest - Triolet, Old or New
Sponsor - Joseph May
3rd Place Win
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