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Out Of FoodThe children are out of food Their parents are not home, Tears drown their little faces They don't like being on their own. All the cupboards are bare And the fridge is so empty, The children cry out for help But, noone to hear them, you see. Children shouldn't go hungry Parents should pay their bills, Little stomachs will starve another day Stand in the coner, with chills. Copyright Cynthia Jones Nov.1/2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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