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THE RAG PICKERS
I ALWAYS WANDERED
THROUGH CLEAN ROADS
IN CITIES MANY A BIG
ONCE MY EYES
FELL ON A DARK LITTLE STREET
FLYING WERE THE GARBAGES
DUST AND FLIRTH
ALL ALONE HAPPY AND FREE
CAME ALONG A SMALL BAND
FEEDING ON BURNT CHIPS
THEY WERE ALL SMALL KIDS
HEADED BY A BOY
EARLY IN HIS TEENS
WITH A CIGARETTE BETWEEN HIS LIPS
A STICK WITH EACH
THEY HAD COME TO RULE
SMASHED THE GARBAGES
AND PICKED UP THE RAGS
THEIR DRESSES WERE TORN
THEY WERE IN A HURRY
CAME UPON THE WHISTLE
AND MOVING WERE THEY ALL
TO CONQUER
ANOTHER PART OF THIS WORLD
TO FEED THEM AND
THEIR FAMILY ALL ALONE
