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8h
You're cold , worn out and poor-
feel free to knock on my door
it's late sunset--you're hungry
come in and you'll share my dinner-

if in the distant future
and good fortune were to make you prosper
I might be worn out, hungry and poor
would you this moment remember?
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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     Nick Moore, Debra Lea Ryan and Lee
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