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HELPLESS
by MICHAEL ROBERT FREDENBURG
A BOY DANCES ON THE STREET;
TAPS GLUED TO HIS FEET.
A DRUMMER PLAYS,
A SAD, SOFT BEAT.
A PLACE I DON'T KNOW;
A GLOOMY GRAY PATH.
SLAVE TO THE INEVITIBLE;
OH FIGHT ITS' WRATH.
FOR LOVE TO NOT HAVE,
ITS' GRIP ON A CHILD.
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