Warm fires burn
gold butter churns

my sould is content
not world weary

I wake with a start
dark alley so dreary

And I go back to sleep
red eyes leering

Oh that's sad.

But a nice poem:)

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thank you, it's my idea of what one of those "street urchin" kids thought of when they were young

Yeah... it's kind of sad thinking about all those people out on the streets. Must be pretty hard.

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Wow its sad. I didn't realy understand everything, can you explain?

it's a homeless child (hence the butter and fire) who wakes in an ally and falls asleep again with red eye staring at him in his imagination.