Homeless Person

September 24, 2008
I want a place to call home.
No I want food.
seriouly money for food.
I want a cell phone.
I want to be like everyone else.
I just wish I wasnt homeless.
I want a car.
I want I just want.
I want a family.
I dont want to be depressed.
Or even alone.
I want to be a father.
I want to work.
I just to have a life.

This poem is dedicated to the homeless

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