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Thanksgiving (homeless plight)while some are home a plenty and some have narry a one the plight is of many where never before had this light shown policies a bound to turn even more to this plight of renown rich will endure homeless and cold discarded and torn the future can't be foretold many ask why was I born? thru no fault of their own some are homeless and sick sleeping on a bed of stone living a life they didn't pick society breeds its own more prisons for mentally ill a luxury is an ice cream cone they don't lack positive will why in the land of the free I wondered how could this be people, kids starving, cold and lonely and there if not for God go we JDW©2006 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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