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Count the heads
They are many
Under my shed

All poor and weak
To avoid torture
My shadow they seek

They choose my shelter
To taste freedom
And to get fresh air

With an open door
I lay like home
For wretched and poor

Sunday, November 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: orphan
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Luo Zhihai 01 February 2015

I think is a nice poem. I like it!

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