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The Old Man on Birch StreetThe first time I saw him he was sitting on an old metal bench along the sidewalk of Birch Street. I'll admit I was judgmental like everyone else. His face was thin and had quite defined cheekbones. His skin was wrinkled from old age and a rough life, I guessed. His eyes were grey, almost a faded blue, and hardened. He wore a pair of black pants that were too short on him, and so thin that I guessed his legs were numb from the cold. His tattered old coat also had holes and was probably older than the man himself. The man's nose was very defined; despite his ragged clothes, the man's facial structure made me think that he should be royal

The Old Man on Birch Street

by *fotomademoiselle in Philosophy & Perspectives

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She was odd.
She was a victim of the mob.

No one liked her.
No one cared.
They'd make fun or sit and stare.

She didn't cry.
She didn't fight.
She just let them take her rights.

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