By the church
old cardboard box
A few dirty possessions
Hope was like a bad word
Head like a bird´s nest
Eyes dim street lights
Left there by the world
He and his dog Abandoned by it
The echo of scripture being read
The vibration of wedding trumpets
The ceremonies roll past
his humble existance
Nothing but charity
and pure lonliness
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