Donate all that you can to the shelter nearest you. Your town, city, state.
Food and more food they need to eat.
Children and babies unwed mothers, need you most of all.
Call with your time and your love.
In the twenty seconds, it took you to read this, seventeen hundred jobs, were lost.
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Voices uncured cracked lips soothed smoothed dunked in sugar carried out. Napkins embroidered kitchens hell is
Fear lacking treading educations edge handled packets information needed medications late fault lays in mind. Painted faces crumble thoughtful minds
I enjoy day labor riding in from the country making the american wage. We pull in to the shelter
it is not amazing it is not grace that now matter how well published you are
Walking In Your Ghetto
I take a stroll every now and then to stop thinking. Looking at the trash that does have to come from some where.
The Last Drop Of Alcohol
Numb mind to faded pain ingloriously stupefied look purple haze bubbled thought no more pasts.
Being Homeless I Hate
It was so cold last month when I fell asleep, against a wind exposed metal rail, the next morning I was
She Is The Padron Series 1926 #6
She is a Nicaraguan beauty, dark of beat, a treat so sweet. Leaves a petal, tender handed double banded, for her man.
Laid In From Without
Thinking back in the light to that night. Why was i hit? ..run down..and the same conclusion do I reach..it was fun he has no one, we will do society a favor.
Trembling my hand reaches out to you
You are ashamed it is I who am dirty thinking this you rush home to take a shower. On the way to church you will pass me.
Arrested By Mistake
Clicking cuffs make the world grow small real quick. The car is even smaller except for the smells of the prior occupant.
They call out in fun playing as children happy drunks some unhappy. Falling into each other staggering from sloshing minds that bath in foam.
Directing a Fire It's Fate
Muggy steamy warm the air a bath of sweat. Asleep awakened with brutal start I cut some cheese.
We are stacked, we do out number the best intentions the ground is devoid. The frozen box our nightmare all will
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Voices uncured cracked lips soothed
smoothed dunked in sugar
Napkins embroidered kitchens hell is
thier royal inferno
Whistling a favorite tune
just for a dollar a fist fulls never enough
feet first dragged out.