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The pitifulness of the pityful
In a bustling open market
Before sunset
In buyers
And sellers heart
Seeking a place
An emaciated old beggar
With a weather-worn face
Was pitifully collecting alms
Putting on tattered clothes.
Soon in a tear-jerking
And heart-wrenching manner
A poor blind boy
Playing a flute
Singing a song strong
Titillating everyone's heart
Invoked sympathy with art
"It was
On a cursed morn
...
Friday 30th October 2015 10:52 am
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