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Homeless Experience
By: Aaron Wisti Under bridges they will sleep the cold wind blows into their bones to wait for deathly hands to creep a twisted fate has robbed their homes They slumber on under the mist vulnerable souls out in the frost what cruel lesson taught me this to gain the world, a soul was lost We're getting older - not much wiser the world is turning though I don't notice upon my shoulder the weight is heavier to plead for help from hearts of ice If truth be told and lessons learned then, my friend, you'll realize No favors given, and respect you earn you'll see the truth with opened eyes...
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