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Gent on sidewalk held out his foot / While boy in gutter brushed his boot, / But at this time, how sad, alas, / An unruly horse did o'er him pass.
The child for friends he sad did lack, / They said he was but a shoeblack, / Kind hearted man the poor child bore, / To a soft cot in back of store.