LH, that is without a doubt the single most touching poem I have ever read. That poor child, all alone, the sole support of her aged father, the cruel and heartless world rushing past her -- you'd think that someone would have taken her into a brothel or something. It has made me see match girls in a totally different light, and the next time I see one standing on a corner in the snow I'll buy all her matches!

Bill Shatner himself could do no more.