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Bitter windswept halting site or haunt,
granite stone bench in lieu of hovel,
rawbone seat of pity for the pauper,
downtrodden, cast off, as I sense,
gut wrenching spasms writhe within me,
in situ almsgiver’s strident gulp,
respite, relief, twinge of conscience,                   a bench no fit abode, let’s address this!
   
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