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: I saw her in the mall. : Stringy hair, that hung in : Loose strands around her face : That was sunken in : And her body was : Small and frail. : But her eyes stood out. : Blue, they spoke to me. : "Please," they cried out, : "Take me home, comfort me, : Give me someone to love." : Then she spoke, with a withering voice. : "Please, miss, could you spare some change?" : I looked at her : Blankly, for a moment : While every single bone in my body : Cried out, : "Take her home! Help her!" : But all I had the courage to do : Was reach down : And hand her a twenty. : She took it,and softly : Thanked me : And turned around and left. : And I : Whom everyone had always called brave : Sat down : And cried.

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