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Homeless


I may look old, but I was young once I have a lot of knowledge, yet you don't know People pass me by, but don't offer to help Sure they may lend money but that is not what I want I want to be heard, to be listened to For I have things to say I may be homeless, but please listen anyway I am still a man, and forever will be Please listen to me, hear me out For if you listen, you will gain my knowledge That way, you will not make the mistakes I made I am just a man
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