Beggar's Eye
P Patti Masterman
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I see your reflection in my beggar's eye,
Who owned your world neath truer skies;
But died in driftwood, for your smiles-
And held you close, for a little while.
We go, we stay; no one pays heed,
Though signed in blood names on the deed;
No matter who, I'd know your style-
Who held you close, for a little while.
The ocean roves, just like a man
Whose heart is sweet, beneath warm sands,
And I hope it never was a trial-
Just holding you, for a little while.
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