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Feb 2016
I am speaking with a homeless man.
He got 7 dollars in his pocket.
A smile on his face.
And his heart is warmer than most penthouses.
I listen to his old voice while I listen
To music by a star who is far more poor.
You can be rich in so many ways but sadly love and kindness won't keep you full or dry from the rain.
William Robinson
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William Robinson
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