I'm a begger. I sit on the street with my hat bottomed up. I'm deaf, but hear the coins in your pockets. Blind, and see gold watches on people who walk by. I'm mute, yet ask for money. My senses are devoted toward profit. I'm not only a begger, I'm an American. TERRAAL
Reason for writing:
Society
Birth sign: Taurus
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