By: Ardis E. Parshall - March 08, 2016 Banquet Night By Guenevere Anderson They are lighting the candles on the tables,Ladies with shining, groomed hair and lovely dressesAre lighting the candlesThere is music – memories quicken –Beauty glows – hearts are stirred.It is a gala night. Outside, somewhere, a little boy draws about himA tattered coat. His shoes are rags.He bites back a whimper; the wind is cold.He wishes he had a dime. ...
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