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A Child's Cry
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slightly old poems A little boy sat by the street
In the muddy grey snow
The wind howled as he sat on his feet
His tiny body deadly cold
Tears streaked his dirty brown face
His jaw trembled as he struggled to breath
He held himself around the waist
His thin coat hid the scars from underneath
The black hair upon his head
Covered his lonely scared eyes
His lips and hands were numb and red
No one seemed to hear his cries
A man yelled and hit him on his head
The boy stood to his rag bundled feet
“Get outta here you street rat!” the man angrily said
He flinched and stumbled across the street
He closed his eyes and a tear flowed down his cheek
He could no longer feel his tiny feet
His small heart seemed to beat in his ears
And tonight it is God he will meet
