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GIRL WITH THE BLUE HAIR CLIP
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Crouched alone by the cobbled street
Away from the crowd, yet by occasional feet.

Playing with the lone broken toy she had.
No companions she knew, no mom nor dad.

The sparkle of childhood, ne’er in her fate
Though she’d seen years, far beyond her eight.

But not a childhood, nor toys she sought.
It was of her growling stomach she thought.

Then a pair of grimy boots stopped near.
She looked slowly up, with the daily fear.

His face seemed to her, not unkind.
No matter if it were, she was resigned.

He had seen her there the day before.
His heart felt heavy at the sight she bore.

Contrasting his own little girls at home,
to this poor child with only streets to roam.

So he gave her a double loaf of bread,
And a few coins for the days ahead.

Little fingers grasped the day’s big treat.
The food on her mind, eager to to eat.

She fastened her little blue hair clip,
And reached out for his trouser zip.