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Jul 2015
Morning comes early in the camp,
as we wake to another day.
Collecting water is what comes first,
so we can wash and cook before we play.

Our home is a tent,
among a thousand more.
Leaving our town and friends behind
in an effort to stay alive and nothing more.

Five days in the desert
we escaped a brutal land.
Crossing the border
to find a new peaceful land.

We have no money
or worldly goods.
But, with mother, father and sister too,
we are still a family with love.

Looking for a Home!
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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