In a way, this is poetry, a story and a lot more.

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There's a girl on the street

Every day you see her

She sits in the park, waiting for a beam of sunshine

You think. Oh, poor girl. Then you pass her by

No one thinks twice of her, she's just there

One day you walk by

To find that she is gone

There she is walking by you the next moment, smiling at a man on the bench

You then remember him saying to her

I'll get you off of the streets

Now you know the act of kindness he has done for her