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Dec 2019
The destitute,
the *******
the homeless and
the ******,

the word
irresolute
comes to mind
when I can't find
any other

and they're sat
huddled together
toughing out the
bitter cold weather,

it's a fact of life
that life for some
is no life at all.

One act of kindness
doesn't make a bible,
it just makes one of
the stories.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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   Angelina Ruhama
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