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I sincerely hope you enjoy this collection of poems. The Tramp was my first poem, although slightly edited on one line because I couldn’t quite remember the original. I was nine and never did a stroke of work for months, but somehow it got me in the area magazine, which brought my teacher Miss Parkins to tears.
I wrote The Tramp because of a poor soul I saw who used to knock on doors for sausage and eggs. Sometimes I’d see him in the park in very cold weather, and one particular time, he looked so pale as if he had died from hypothermia. I suppose I was a little more socially aware for my age than what was
the norm for someone my age…
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