poem
she lives on thirteenth streetshe sleeps on the concrete
nobody knows her name
she's been there forever
through all kinds of weather
and she always dresses the same
once she was pretty
but the filth of the city
now covers her from head to toe
the little children ask why
when they pass her by
but their parents don't really know
and neither do i
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