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May 2022
On my way
To another watering hole
Last sunday
I met a man
In disarray
Now homeless
And nowhere to stay
And in a gliche
His name was Mitch
He was ten years younger
But not in hunger
But homeless
Nonetheless
I was tempted
To give my address
He thanked me for the chat
And that
Was the end of that
I know that today
He was going to the council
Looking for somewhere to stay
He said he had nothing to lose
With a sleeping bag
And a bottle of *****

by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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