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An Urchin's ChristmasA Christmas day with sleet and rain, An urchin's nose pressed against a windowpane, Looking through the glass with hungry eyes, Seeing Christmas pudding, crisp mince pies, Little boys with brand new toys, A little girl in a new dress twirls, No food for the urchin fancy or plain, Just a Christmas rumbling stomach pain, No coats old or new to keep him dry, Who would care or wonder why, Little boys laugh whist acting the clown, With the little girl in her princess's gown When you sit down for your festive treat, Remember those who have naught to eat. No clothes to put on the meagre frame, Christmas for some is here again, Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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