He Died Yesterday
R Richard Wlodarski
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Dressed in clothes
Of such old
But not bold
Hope anew
Soft-spoken
Not bitter
Bitter cold
Melting heart
The street is his home
Strangers are his friends
Dimes and nickels
For some pickles
Spoke with him every day
He had a whole lot to say
About come what may
He died yesterday
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