The big round eyes
Pitter patter their little feet goes switching here and there their big round eyes go blackened by dirt their skins been marked by the wars they’ve fought to fend off the harm. Late night crowds wandering from a night out money been spent on their ‘just due’. Eyes a glaze ‘I got no change’ to the big round eyes out stretched arms..
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