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HOMELESS
They walked into the mission that night, The man, the woman and the little girl. a sleeping baby boy in the man’s arms. There are so many like them nowadays. Good people who never deserved this to happen to them. We could feed them, we could give them cots safe out of the wind and weather for the night. It’s a bad world sometimes. The volunteer lady serves their stew with bread and coffee. Milk for the little girl. The volunteers mean well, I know, but this one said a thoughtless thing She said to the little girl “How sad you have no home.” The child looked up and smiled “Yes, we do. We have a home,” she said, “It’s just that we don’t have a house To keep it in right now.”
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