The Traveler without a Steady HomeA Poem by jane7zDirty, frail no family They don't go in from play at night They have no safe place to lay their heads Human scarecrows people avoid them ignore them avert their eyes Under the clothes and the hunger is a heart that beats just like those who have a warm soft bed Has dreams if they haven't all died © 2013 jane7z |
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Added on December 6, 2013 Last Updated on December 6, 2013 Author
jane7zDenver, COAboutI enjoy writing especially poetry as it allows to express the essence of who I am and my experiences in a very creative way whether it's considered "good" or "bad." In the last years of writing I have.. more..Writing
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