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John Doe
Written after I was ashamed I hadn't tried to talk to a man whose behavior was strange.
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John Doe stands with a cup in his hand
outside on the sidewalk alone,
Black greasy hair and a soft vacant stare
like a child who has wandered from home.

I can tell what he sees isn't seen by me
and he mumbles soft words as I pass.
I know I should see if there's something he needs
but I'm too afraid to ask. Yes, I'm too afraid to ask.

What can I say? What can I do?
But I'm too afraid to talk to you?
I know that I should help my fellow man.
Oh Lord help me take a stand!
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