Blight at first sight

Blight

The beggar, young and strong
Came in at Bonne Nouvelle
I couldn’t hear a thing
Of what he was mumbling
A woman looked at me
And I looked at her
It was sad, last train
I could tell she despised the kid
She gave nothing
Neither did I

Ellar Wise

Abstract by Ellar Wise

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