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Beware my friends of slick December roads lost at misty bus stops rather than shelter once loved
delicate unbalanced pride welcomes restless sleep,
forever arranging folded hopes among old boxes
Sitting all day never saying "Please do come in"
Cold rainy mornings surly beat wet frozen snow
If homeless, I'd have no cash for a motel 6, I'd have no home |
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