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Brimming

 

There was a lump in his throat
that could have bridged a moat,
his fixed eyes were brimming,
while the stranger was grinning.
 
His young mind was wracked 
by those that came and attacked
just because he was new in town,
had his accent make them frown?
 
As he struggled up from the ground,
still swamped by their sneering sound,
from the taun...

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