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Monday, September 15, 2014

The Bum On A Bridge

I saw the bum on a bridge or' Truckee rapid
ice-tattered battered freezin' below thirty.
This veteran horror-able story isn't vapid
but painful lessons learned down and dirty.

Where’s shelter mister to stretch and lay.
I'm hungry cold and tired of searching
in protest conscientious anarchy's way
for a better world caring and nurturing.

Shelters are cheap suits the vagrant declared
they give false hope with no opportune time anew.
As white light glares human nature's never cared
will those suff''rin' know where you come from too?

Therefore if you're searchin' for a warmer season
follow observation and drop the deductive reason!

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