A box with paints from childhood’s time: The colors of town are earth and grime. An old worker at a dark doorway squats, The spuds in his bowl are powdery dry. It’s a face of yellowish and gray spots In the midst of hunger, cold, dirt and slime. Julian Tuwim

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