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Oct 2024
My little homeless man is gone.
He either found himself a home
Or else they've moved him on.

I look at the spot where he was once.
That place he sat and slept at for months
Since we've have had a couple cool front.

He is missed since he has gone; home; moved on.
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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     Carlo C Gomez and Traveler
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