He knows the tall hat has conspired
With the coat to imagine him, starting
With burning eyes and indistinct face
Then working their way down. Last of all
Fingers flexed in torn gloves and shoes
Thought of feet a bit too large for them;
He's not grateful; couldn't they think
Of a fat wallet in his pocket or at least
Some coins and keys and a rabbit's foot?
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