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Crushed

crushed, cold, hungry and homeless 🤍 for all those without roofs over their heads this winter ..

                                                                             gentle walk in snow
                                                                  white crunches beneath both feet
                                                                      snail shells break quietness

 

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Being Me

It's too easy for people to say, and believe, it's their choice. What they don't understand is that it's very easy (too easy) for anyone to become homeless these days. It really is. People think there are safety nets in place ... there should be but there's not. If ever I became very rich (not at all likely) I would set up a housing association to provide decent, affordable housing for people. I really would. And I would be a CEO who did not demand a huge wage or accept obscene bonuses. (This is why it is highly unlikely I will ever become rich).

 

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Neville

Thanks Tina I hope you will be rich in many other ways .. honest I do xx

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Being Me

Oh, I am rich in lots and lots of ways (and I am soooo grateful for this). Just not financially xx

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Neville

I won't ask if I might borrow a fiver then x 

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