ForgottenA Poem by DannyHe's standing there in the corner shaking from cold. His hands are dirty, his clothes are dirty. Who is he? Nobody knows. What's he doing there? Nobody knows. Does he have a wife, does he have kids Nobody knows. Nobody cares for him; nobody cares if he doesn't have something to eat or clothes to wear. World just doesn't care. © 2014 DannyReviews
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