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THE LITTLE BEGGAR GIRL She stands near the traffic signal Clutching her wares of paper, plastic and metal Her large brown eyes implore you To buy something so she can feed her little baby brother Who is clasped in a fierce embrace to her bony little body I need food for my baby, she says You turn your face away from those clawing, persistent fingers on your pristine window, pretending to look at your cell phone. 222