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Wind
Thru the open window

Blows across the table

All the pages of poetry
Scattered across the floor

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We know
The child walks the streets alone

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The homeless
Scattered by the same winds

Across the floor

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We are the semi - human

Sometimes we remember

Who we are

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Sometimes we do remember

Who we are