The
Indian beggar
On
the five foot way
He
sat there a packet of durian
He
was enjoying it
He
didn't bother
About
the rain and people walked by
It
was his food a packet of durian
It
was a good quality
It
smelled good
The
aroma of a good durian
A
kind soul had bought for him
A
durian for his dinner
Charity
should begin
In
our backyard
We
don't have to go so far
When
our own need help
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