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(this is sort of a storyish thing. my bad)

There is aman
who is like a cow.
Boring life style,
average if not poor.

He survived on a loaf of bread,
a glass of water,
a piece of cheese,
and a dollar every day.

All he owned was a house,
a kitchen knife,
a spare galss,
and his will to live.

His bread had mold,
the cheese was old,
and his water was
unclean.

He was traveling along a
dirt raod with seemingly
no people when he saw
a man by himself.

He was on a bench,
no house,
no family,
alone.

So he walked up to this man,
split up everything he had,
and gave half to him.

The man gave no thanks,
but stared,
as if he were in
a coma.

Pity, sorrow,
and much more,
he felt for this man,

For he was a bird
with no wings
who couldn't get away.

So everyday he came back,
and did as he had
done before.

One day he said,
"The sun rises,
the sun sets,
and every day
I speak to you.
Why don't you answer me?"

But the man
didn't budge.
Confusion, Wonder,
why did he not speak?

The man became enraged,
he was a bul,
ready to charge.
He screamed at the man,
but for nothing;

His heart was a bomb,
exploding when the pressure got too high,
and he collapsed dead on the ground.
Then the man on the bench stood and said,
"Thank you for all you have done."
and walked away