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This is my home
When you feel that bitter
Cold air in a winter breeze
Turning a clock back
Dark mornings early nights
Tucked up warm inside,
Have you ever wondered
With heat a home
a roof over your head
All the street people
Newspaper for a bed
Some more lucky
A cardboard shed
Just for a minute
Give it a thought
Their is always one person
Worse off than you
So think yourself lucky
Like the one
With a cardboard shed.
By Dawn Mclaughlin.
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