Life without a home

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What is it like to wander? 

To live in the cold of night, 

To wake and not know what today will bring you,

To know as people pass you by they are headed home

And you? 

You stay, you wander and roam, not knowing where you belong.

Too many people, too many unfortunate souls out in the cold everynight. 

They too are people, not homeless, not bums, but people.

Humans, in search of a place to lay their head and rest their soul.

 

 

 

 

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