A Stranger came to me, hungry ,cold and lost, His Ripped and tattered clothing, white with morning frost. I don`t mean no harm, I heard the stranger say, Can you spare a little change, I have no where to stay. His eyes were deep and dreary with
cmorton's Articles In Welcome
January 6, 2006 by cmorton
A Stranger came to me, hungry ,cold and lost, His Ripped and tattered clothing, white with morning frost. I don`t mean no harm, I heard the stranger say, Can you spare a little change, I have no where to stay. His eyes were deep and dreary with his glasses on his nose, nervous and ashamed as he tried to fix his clothes. He sta...