Being Homeless I Hate Poem by James McLain
Being Homeless I Hate
It was so cold last month
when I fell asleep, against
the wind exposed long metal
rail,
the next morning I
awakened to, fire rescue
they were poring even warmer water
on my not exposed, it had slipped
out during the night and stuck
to the frozen metal rail, it sucks
being homeless again today..
freezing wind....without a trail..
To follow home the train.
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