A budding Irish poet.
They called me Poor John
I came here long ago
And lived among the streets
...
I've sat here all day
And nobody has knocked on the door
Do they think of me at all?
Or even know that I am here?
...
In the morning as the sun rises
I will sneak away and
Run towards the horizon
And keep running
...
Pegasus's square lights my eyes
His shape familiar to
Dulled irises
A father's warm hand guides my vision
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