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Stone Cold Floor
Contributed by
JenJen
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Friday, 23rd September 2005 @ 02:02:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Lying here
On the cold, damp floor
Alone in the dark
Waiting for a hero
To come and help me up
Back onto my feet
A bit of cash
To buy a bite to eat
And a nice warm drink
Maybe one day
I can be re-united
With my mum and sister
Without that guy Vince
There to kick me out
Of my own warm house
The nights I have wished
To be in my bed
Instead of the shop door-way
But I know it will never happen.
Ive been mugged
Of the watch my mum gave me
Ive lost all the money I had
What I would give
To see my mum and Carole again
Ginger is missing
Gail is sleeping soundlessly next to me
The abuse, the beating
All down to alcohol and Vince
Mums too scared to call the police
So she just let it happen
Ive closed my eyes
And wished I was home
But every time I opened them again
Mt heart fell when I was still in London
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Maybe this poem has helped you see
There ARE homeless kids out there
Waiting for your help
Waiting for your aid
Please think about how lucky you
Actually are
And how much they need your help
Thank-you
Copyright ©
JenJen
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2005-09-23 14:02:04]
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