I saw them,
The strays
Resting atop
The footbridge,
Poor mother
Afflicted with scabies
And poor daughter puppy
Afflicted with scabies
Just like the naked, poor
Downtrodden mass,
The Kangals,
The beggars with dogs
Waiting to take on
Left-overs.
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