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Sunday, October 18, 2020

poem, I Live Everywhere


I Live Everywhere

After my mother left me
Alone at Plaza Libertad 
I live
Under the waiting shed
Or along a busy street
And beg for my food
Never mind if my only clothes
Will stick with me for months

But I have a dream
I too want to sing
In America's Got Talent
Or write an immortal poem
And have it published in the Philippines Free Press
Never mind
If people will look away from me
When they cross my paths
***Melchor F.Cichon.
Oct. 18, 2020

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