It was 8 in the morning, when he came rolling down the street one cold morning of downtown. The poor cripple man with a big smile sat their on the coner of a street, smiling and saying hello to anyone who passes by.
His usual routine.
He dint ask for money or anything, only "how is you day?" or "have a nice day" he will say.
He was always their, even if it was cold or hot, he was thier to cheer you up.
A man who din't have nothing but i a big heart.
zul5 Community Member 
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