Stopping in the open space
there I stood.
Amazed at the influx filling the place.
Boys and girls in different sizes
men and women with different prices.
I had a clear picture in my head;
a clear picture or so I thought.
If I buy bread and cake
will I make it and take;
take to the children that heard
heard of my kind heart and might?
Shall I buy from you or you
will you sell and be true;
true to the price at which you drew
drew from the stream at which you knew.
Stopping in front of an open stall;
approached by a woman who seemed so tall.
Sell bread and cake to me I call
so that I may leave and let you be;
for hunger and thirst has bent my knee.
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