Give Of all the public places, dear, to make a scene I've chosen here. Of all the doorways in the world to choose to sleep, I've chosen yours, I'm on the street, under the stars. For coppers I can dance or sing. For silver-swallow swords eat fire. For gild-escape from locks and chains. It's not as if I'm holding out For Frankincense or myrhh, just change. You give me tea. That's big of you. I'm on my knees. I beg of you. ~~~ Simon Armitage #poem given for English homework...
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