his face is turning red; upset
for something not connected
to present; he saw reminders
i told him to calm down too early
he open his eyes wide to see
rub his hands mumble with dismay
he ask me for quarter for coffee
i remember i gave him yesterday
i know he is going thru hard times
i have to take care of this fellow
he is good when the day is bright
depress when pay is not alright
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