Gray Disappointment

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A picture of a young boy sitting alone on the curb with his head down between his legs.

He smells his rain soaked clothes.

The taste in his mouth is like bitter-oranges on a hot day.

He hears the sound of a hundred broken harps.

He feels like someone beating on his head with their feet.

All alone wondering where his parents were.

Why they are always saying he is just a money sucker.

He thinks to himself "A gray disappointment is what I am."





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