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Oct 2013
little warmth
sky is clear
stoke the hearth
sit right here
humans are sparse,
                    partial to birds and mice,
on the street, fear
kicks your ****
sickness everywhere,
even in the healthy
so please be aware
we have no wealth see
but learn to love
one another,
sisters and brothers
when we are sober
we have a family
pact, watch each
others back,
not just when, we
say goodbye
and keep your eye
off what is in here,
it might be worth
what is needed,
when needed, for me.

yeah we curse we swear
at everyone everywhere
LOUDLY,
but know it is not for show,
we sometimes don't know
if we can stop.

©DWE102013
as told to me at a bus stop...loudly by a guy with a shopping cart full of "his stuff"
Ottar
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