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Jan 12
I look out the
Window of my soul
There i see you
Freezing in the.cold
Tattered blankets nearby
While others join
Line for food
Some women grabbing
Another ice pack
For the bruises to
Go Away
For some the food
From.yesterday's trash a good dinner
Empty pockets
Another day without
A dollar
A baby lying
By the trash
And a bony dog
Sniffing their remains
Sniffing their remains
Perhaps I should
Open the door
Of my heart
And go outside
And do something
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
     --- and Sparkle in Wisdom
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