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Having coffee I sit and think.
How is it that I have enough food to feed me and 
the birds?
It hurts
to see the man on the corner beg for change;
and know that he needs his life rearranged.
How is it then that I should go about this?
Money will just burn a hole in his pocket.
I'd rather burn a hole in his mind;
but first I must burn a hole in mine.

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