Tattered and torn she stands alone, reaching out to someone to take pity. Noone stopped and placed a dime saying not now, not this time. Through the street she go bare footed and helpless, in her pan she looked but found it countless. she pleaded and pleaded, please for a dime but car windows went up as if she was rehearsing a nursery rhyme. Her hands were weak and so were her feet she decided to sit because she was too beat.
Everyone passed and stared at her while her eyes were tired and blurred. Tears of sorrow were in her eyes and the hot summer sun burned her feet oh! she wished she had something to eat. At last a stranger came up to her and said; here is some food and a drink too, now believe in miracles they do come true.
Everyone passed and stared at her while her eyes were tired and blurred. Tears of sorrow were in her eyes and the hot summer sun burned her feet oh! she wished she had something to eat. At last a stranger came up to her and said; here is some food and a drink too, now believe in miracles they do come true.
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