Behold th' Unhomed who lost his life
And sleeps on streets with hunger rife
Yet Gutter Glitter b'guiles withal-
Here lies the Fairest of them all =====
I keep thinking about the word "lost."Who knows why they took him, those unkind uncles with their golden eyes and long, clever fingers? What shining baubles did they offer, what tawdry miracles
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