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HANDS IN HIS POCKETS

Hands in his pockets and out in the rain 
Another day wandering the streets once again 
 Looking for handouts and a bite to eat  
A warm drink would be a welcome treat  

The box he slept in last night was ripped and torn  
The clothes he wears are now weathered and worn 
Think about this man as you go about your day 
Makes me feel humble I have to say

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Angel

Really good write angel 

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Djangos Daughter

Far too many homeless soldiers and youngsters sleeping on our streets now let down by this Tory Government.  We should be thinking about them all Kieran. Great thought provoking write. DD X

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