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Doreen was dropped at the hairdressers and i had an hour to kill,So i took a walk around my city,Which i haven't done for a long time.I spotted this piper playingThe green field of France.It brought a tear to this old softies eye.Thinking of friends i had lost serving in the forces.Everyone hurrying about on their business,On there mobiles,reading their papers.No one stopped to put any money in this vagrants box and he played beautifully..Maybe his story was one of being a member of an orchestra,He played that well.Who knows why he fell on hard times.Could have been one of many things..We don't pay enough attention to people in this hustle and bustle world.As i dropped a coin in his box,He nodded his thanks and i walked on and out of his life...R