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By Shirin

Giving to those in need

The other day,

While I walked down the road,

I saw a pile of what looked like trash.

Through the rancid smell,

I heard a rustle,

From a little figure slowly emerging out.

In search of food for his nine month-old sister,

Was a little boy covered in mud and dirt.



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