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Dec 2019
On the streets is where we reside] Out here there is no where to hide] A blanket a box a musky flavour in the air] My hat lay flat on the pavement for coins] The city so hot and people stroll past] This day I wish it would not last] Drugs and ***** I dare not take] I am here from another mistake] These days they wither me and make me look old] Much more than my years I have been told]Normality a far distant dream] The heartless the rich that do not care] just look upon us with a blank stare] From days to night and back again] The time repeats the same old thing] Move along we are told on so many days] We just scoop up our gear and get on our way] Just a look and  a smile as you walk past] That's all I really need to last] Another day on the streets]
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Chris Lucas  61/M/4355
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