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In the dead of night What do you find When you slip outside Your regular mind Instead of drifting Off to sleep Take a walk On down the street What you find May be a surprise A whole family huddled Under the nearest highrise People just like You and me Except with no home Stuck on the street The politicians pass over The firefighters scream by The business execs don’t see But the child asks why Why is the house empty With a man outside Why is he a ghost If he is alive
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Homelessness In America
In the dead of night What do you find When you slip outside Your regular mind Instead of drifting Off to sleep Take a walk On down the street What you find May be a surprise A whole family huddled Under the nearest highrise People just like You and me Except with no home Stuck on the street The politicians pass over The firefighters scream by The business execs don’t see But the child asks why Why is the house empty With a man outside Why is he a ghost If he is alive
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
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