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As worn and faded as the streets he walked He drew little attention, gave same. It is said that he doesn't care. He knows different. He shuns the oratory of clean hands, Picks up their scattered flyers and handouts, Quietly recycles them. A wraith pushing a wobbly-wheeled cart Scorned by polished passersby collects The detritus of discarded defiance. She knows the loneliness of need And the value of the valueless. Her bulging plastic bags shout "Save the planet" to those who hear Only the wobbling wheels of her cart. City alleyways teem with rats Circling the gourmet dumpsters The homeless wait on line For tepid soup and stale bread. Valet parking, crystal chimes, No take out bags here. The mayor announces a ban on plastic bags Bottled water and not caring. A coyote stalks a cat on Beacon Street. 2/8/2020

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Date: 3/22/2020 1:05:00 PM
Congratulations John! Your poem earned a distinguished place in my contest, it was a very difficult contest to judge but your poem caught my eye, well done my friend, Emile.
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Date: 3/22/2020 12:01:00 PM
John, congratulations on your great win. Love the write.
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Date: 2/15/2020 5:38:00 PM
you wrote on this topic perfectly. Much better than a piece dripping in sentimentality. Just show the picture of it. We get the picture, and it's a very sad one.
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Date: 2/8/2020 12:09:00 PM
I don't know why, but I am just in the mood for your poem today. Do I care? Do you? I don't know!
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