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Dirt 
Dirt on their shoes, The Shoes They Don't Choose 
Dirt in there hair, I just dont think its fair 
Dirt on their clothes, I don't think this is something they
impose , having to go stay with the monroes
Dirt In their thought which is a lot , it will make them
distraught
Dirt on their sheet, They have to fleet, just to get some
heat
Dirt in there hearts it's in little parts 
Homeless is where it starts..

john Bowen 
Posted: 2015-05-28 18:36:03 UTC

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