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Dec 2015
Dont think of me today
the day that I was born.
Think of others, who have nothing
no blanket to keep them warm.
Think of those sleeping on pavements
dusty streets with no fresh water
just their skin to keep them intact.
Lying there with worries, nowhere to bathe
No forthcoming meal, and no hope.
It should not be like this.
Could each and every one of us stop this.
So today, is their day, the homeless.
I pray they find shelter,  food and warmth.
today is their day.
Written by
cheryl love
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   Sally A Bayan and ryn
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