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those charity mailings

needles in your conscience,

persistent as the whine

of a wheedling beggar

in dedicated and dauntless pursuit

of a package tour group

disembarked from a coach

in a foreign desert land,

all money-belted, middle-aged,

baseball-capped and soft-underbellied,

ripe for exploitation

by sad dark pleading eyes

and chronically undernourished

continually outstretched hands.