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Jun 2015
Cold nights close in warm in your bed, but think If those for
Whom the pavement is there bed. Well feed in you homes
never a hungry night as always well feed.

But those on the streets go without for a day, air fills that hole
And hunger is there dreed. We look down on those asking for
Cash, not realising that what they sit on may be there bed.

Think how it feels hands out asking for help, but most will just
Give a filthy look instead. On the streets is not a disease, but
Unfortunate things can happen where once warm and well fed.
To the pavment cold and uncaring being your new bed.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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