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america;a white homeless man found in a ditch;by interstate
35 south and feeder road;of austin,texas;some times they
really dont come back;but what if it was me;would it
then;my freind;or would have to be to mean some thing
with the color of my white poor dirty skin;what if i
norma jay bertrand the writer4386/was ran over
would you call it an accident;when i seen this man
thats what texas investigators are calling it;what
a coincidence;two years earlier a black women
did the same in dallas and got away with it;since
a mexican women hit him;says she thought it 
was a deer;america we have a problem then;
same investigators says we walk all over the 
place like that;really like he dosent;like we dont
exist;or blend;yet we are no different than youre
only poor and no home to live in;sometimes we 
are only ghosts of your past by chance no one 
cares to help or look out for;

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