You have heart and compassion,
	Your friend will remember it.

	Now a poor beggar accosts you,
	His skin and hair smell septic,
	The cloak falls loose and open, -
	Clothes are of Adam's sin.

	He spits and curses on bad luck,
	Fishes a bone from the litter
	And spends your gift on liquor, -
	Be twenty and strong again.

	Do not recoil from tatters
	Or shudder at depravity, -
	Understand and forgive,
	He will thank you for it.

 
      
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	  Wen Notta 1981 - 2013