The Playwright Elizabeth Swados 2009
copyright peter bellamy 2010
excerpt from The Foundling
He lived among usHe was Europe’s child
His ways were simple and his manner mild
We looked beyond him
And saw what we chose to see
And now the truth about him stays a mystery
One sad boy One lost soul
One more story left untold
One more name scratched on a stone
One more baby left alone
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