The night was dark and damp and cold.
The match girl’s matches still unsold.
The passers by ignored her pleas
what she was selling failed to please.
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Great read Ivor sad but true! kindly death has set her free This death though was not meant to be Her life that night, might have been spared But no one stopped - and no one cared / *10*! ! Friend Thad
How very true they, the little match boys and girls are still there, and are still calling out for help in time of need. A really unforgettable poem. Wishes for an ending to abdication of responsibilities by so many. From Fay.