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Not homeless.

Pants hang from my tree;

so please knock —

before bothering me.

I'm not homeless.

The park is my shelter

The grass, my bed.

The wind, my comforter

and sunny California,

my adopted mother.

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courtney-pruitt

30 / F

Published: Jul 31, 2014
LinesWords: 934

Tags: #living #humanism #california #homelessness

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