homeless

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By sparkinsparksville

he wants more and gives less comes in my life and leaves a mess those green papers in his hand are things i can't understand my father says i mustn't complain for what he gives is all we can take he took my house and took my land he left those green papers in my hand now my life is on a street that's where i live, sleep and eat.

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August 10, 2012 16:52Amrit

Good one..