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Who Needs Whom?

The giver sought to be good; He found a bum in the wood. The bum, in his tattered jeans, Holding a cold can of beans, Whistled a tune of delight; Joy on his face---what a sight! The giver, behind a tree, Hid fearfully in misery, Then cringing, crept him away; No virtue was his today. The words in his mind like doom--- Who, they asked, who needs whom?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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