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Funny How It Is
Growing up through
A tangled jumble of
Rusted pipes and
Discarded bits and
Pieces, odds and ends,
It smiled in all of its
Glorious redness as
It leaned against the
Paint peeled weather
Beaten wall, it
Reminded me of the
Street man Charlie,
Growing up through
Indescribable background
And circumstances to
Sometimes sleep
Under cardboard against
The same wall,
Funny how it is,
People walking by
Would recognize the
Flower as a rose,
They would smile
And say awww,
When they saw Charlie
They would shake their
Heads and hurry away.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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