The feral pigeons fly overhead
Searching out for crumbs of bread

Old People sit in the park below

In heat and cold and rain and snow.

Others curse the vermin birds

And shout at them with cruel words

Why can’t they just understand

That for the poor and not so grande

They are just a lifeline that is close at hand


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