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Here I stand on my card board soap box
Contributed by
Voice of the Silent
on
Thursday, 30th April 2009 @ 11:16:03 PM in AEST
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Here I stand on my cardboard soap box
In nothing but my dirty clothing and a worn pair of socks
Trying to make people see
What everyday does to me
I live under your highway
Yes, you pass me everyday
but does anyone listen to my cries for help
No I've given up on that long ago now would you even notice if I where to die
I'm of the same race
I have skin
I just don't have my own place
which you seem to think is a chose and a sin
I want to have a home
I'm tired of being alone
Homeless with out a friend
Stuck here in the cold until someone brings homelessness to an end
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Voice of the Silent
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2009-04-30 23:16:03]
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Re: Here I stand on my card board soap box
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by Balmain_Tiger on
Friday, 1st May 2009 @ 10:42:09 AM AEST
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Alas the homeless and where they live
And would they move if you were to give
A cardboard box a place called home
Perhaps some warmth from a piece of foam
There they will stay until when
We find resolution now, not then.
an interesting subject you found thanks for sharing
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