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The couple on the street with nothing to their name a tough place to find yourself. In the cold house no heating could be used here or consumed very often! Parents without jobs two kids and benefits tight another Christmas near what plight! Centres opened at Christmas for the down and outs this derogatory term we still use. For most it was not a choice of their making as the recession bites hard! More desperate and seeking government support increasing numbers in poverty! At the other end of that ever longer sliding scale those with fortunate families. Where moneys plentiful and their futures bright in warm well stocked homes. No need to scrimp and save or turn off the heat expensive toys and houses so neat! Cost means nothing filling those many cars having no idea of those without. Two cultures at this festive season once more the rich giving to charities. To make them fell good in their arrogant way they'll have a happy Christmas day! I wonder how the others will fare on this magical day? The Foureyed Poet.
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC
Happy Christmas Day
The couple on the street with nothing to their name a tough place to find yourself. In the cold house no heating could be used here or consumed very often! Parents without jobs two kids and benefits tight another Christmas near what plight! Centres opened at Christmas for the down and outs this derogatory term we still use. For most it was not a choice of their making as the recession bites hard! More desperate and seeking government support increasing numbers in poverty! At the other end of that ever longer sliding scale those with fortunate families. Where moneys plentiful and their futures bright in warm well stocked homes. No need to scrimp and save or turn off the heat expensive toys and houses so neat! Cost means nothing filling those many cars having no idea of those without. Two cultures at this festive season once more the rich giving to charities. To make them fell good in their arrogant way they'll have a happy Christmas day! I wonder how the others will fare on this magical day? The Foureyed Poet.
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malcolm-terence-gould
English
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 9:41 PM UTC
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