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Drab Sep 29
They dropped off.
The local trash.
Every weekend’s end.

The county jail.
Was the source.
we spread like molten lead.

I watched from my perch,
Each week of stay.
From my third floor.
Not far away.

They let me stay,
When I was down.
But at least they weren’t.
On lock down….

NOTES – Grateful

#bars
NOTES - homeless, but not without hope....at the time.
Just found out they now have 49" TV's. I always miss out#$@#@#@#. But they are way overpriced now.

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