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Aug 2014
sometimes it's a shuffle; sometimes a jaunty stroll
it depends what he's found that day
sometimes it's a smile he gives; sometimes a bit of a scowl
it depends whom he's seen that day
sometimes he does something new; sometimes the same old same old
it depends who's joined him that day
sometimes it's a warm evening ahead; sometimes a storm
it depends on the weatherman that day
but it's always a slow walk home...
… to his cardboard box … every day
rebecca hunter
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rebecca hunter  53/F/Swellendam, SA
(53/F/Swellendam, SA)   
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