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Aug 2018
A homeless soul requests a dollar.
Maybe some change.
And you instantly give it without a thought.

Soon, you'll hear the hypocrites.
Pointing out this.
"You know, what  they gonna do?"

And your only reply, "It's their dollar."
Finishing up, "They can do what they want?"

Yes, we aware many do this or that.
Except once it leaves your hands, why does it matter to another?'
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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     thelonious and SPT
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