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I don't know destitute. I could use the bathrooms In McDonalds, If I eat there. I'm no refugee. Neither are you. We have computers, not canvas. I warmed up the coffee today And the dishwasher needs to go through For the third time this week. Homeless:  We have them. Poor:   We'll always have them. Hungry:  Look to the soup kitchens. Sick:  The gurneys are lined in the halls. Death:  It's all around, and increasing. And still, in that tent or Uber taxi A child is born to change all this.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
A Child is Born
I don't know destitute. I could use the bathrooms In McDonalds, If I eat there. I'm no refugee. Neither are you. We have computers, not canvas. I warmed up the coffee today And the dishwasher needs to go through For the third time this week. Homeless:  We have them. Poor:   We'll always have them. Hungry:  Look to the soup kitchens. Sick:  The gurneys are lined in the halls. Death:  It's all around, and increasing. And still, in that tent or Uber taxi A child is born to change all this.
francie-lynch
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
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