He’s a street musician. Society calls him a good-for-nothing-punk. In truth, he’s worth more than gold. When his fingers strum the guitar and his music fills those dirty streets and alleyways all that listen are soothed and loved; the rich, poor and forgotten.
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DK Marie 
Great selection of poems. I have read a few and they are very thought-provoking. Great website.
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Thank you, David. I’m delighted you like my writing!
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