On the sidewalk,
Making his drawings,
Whistling to himself
In a humble sort of way,
When two police officers
Came along and admired
His drawings and told him
That they hated to do it
But they had to take him in
To a mental asylum because
He was a street person.
"Oh," said Jerome,
Getting into an ambulance
With his chalks and his hat,
And wondering what
Would become of him.
More When I Feel Like It
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