Under the weathered awning, the vagrant’s joints began To ache, hiding from the rain, he scratched his Roughened, feeble knees and cast his sunken eyes Up and down the thoroughfare. Storm subsiding, and Then a biting wind. He had sat there long enough To know a cold snap when he felt it, twitched his Hirsute [...]
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