No homeA Poem by cody mclaughlin
Wow I thought you were my friend
Suddenly realizing this is the end Nothing to eat, so hungry Not even a bed thats snuggly Sitting all day Without any dues to pay It sounds fun but Ill say After march you have nothing Except for clay and your ash tray It's terrible to stay this way After that it becomes hard Having to eat in someone else's yard I feel like a retard for quitting my job Just begging for a corn on the cob I feel ashamed Without any one to blame Being homeless is not fun So never be that one -Cody McLaughlin © 2013 cody mclaughlinAuthor's Note
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Added on June 3, 2013 Last Updated on June 3, 2013 Authorcody mclaughlinLittle, Town, COAboutMy name is Cody McLaughlin I am 10 I love to type and write I love video games I love to write about video games more..Writing
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