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A Homeless MAN
sat next to ME, and was so down low--and--DEFEATED--sitting--with----------HIS-FACE--IN--HIS--HANDS


I asked him--SIR--What, is Your--NAME
and he Picked up his head, and said--very--------DEFEATINGLY-------and----------BEATINGLY--------HOMELESS--with--deep--Troubled--Sadness--very,softly, I could hardly hear him--my name is--Warren--he--said--so--quietly, and timidly--the--same


Then, I asked him, well Warren where we're you Born and Raised
and, He looked at me kinda Confused and Amazed


That another person even cared
to have a conversation,--without --looking down on --HIM--with--criticizing-shaming--Stare


He was Born in Louisiana
then at age three moved to California-A


warren I could see
with just simple conversation--with--ME


He is a kind gentle Loving MAN
and with some bad Troubles and set backs thst caused him, to be-----DEFEATINGLY----HOMELESS------sitting--next to me--hurting--With--HIS--HEAD-IN--His--HANDS







By John d JUNGERS
25th of FEBRUARY 2018


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A Homeless MAN