Tag: Homeless
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Poem: Homeless
Homeless freeway exit, hold sign on side of road, sitting Hungry Help Me Homeless – my heart bleeds, I’m cry’n conduct torn, head splitting Hate Being Me Helpless – will he buy drugs or wine from handouts he’s getting Lazy Drugged He Friendless – or stuck in jobless line against will, unwitting Homeless Hungry Hapless…
June Nash 