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This poem is by Thomas Campedel
A small child walks up to a man in a train station in a country far away from where
you will be reading this. He says to the man in horribly broken English that his
ass is on fire and he should see the produce salesman. He had never spoken
English before and had no idea what it meant. This confused the man. He had
to sit down, he fealt weak, he looked into the child's eyes and saw something
he had never seen before, innocense . The man cried, sold his suitcase full
of his possesions necessary for travel and walked away into the mountains.