i am that scruffy urchin
trembling in the winter chill
hungry eyes as wide
as your fancy dinner plate
staring with an empty longing
through the restaurant window
as you settle down in comfort
to enjoy your sumptuous feast
i know you know i'm here
as i caught your furtive glance
but something deep as marrow
tells us all we need to know
there is an ancient rule of order
that has forever served to separate
the likes of thee from the likes of me
hard and fast as that window's glass
and just as near impossible to see
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