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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I think I was about 19 years old, I was pretty much homeless then, I had a job, and money in my pocket just no house to stay in, I was a stranger to town, cause I ran away again, motor camps were full, so I slept at the back of a milk shed, for a little while. Now this milk shed was pretty secluded out back, no light, so no one could see, had a little awning on the roof to shelter me from the rain, but the best thing about this little spot that I had found, is every morning coming home after work, a puddle would be found. Like I worked a double shift from 6am - to 1 am again, got pretty stinky as you could imagine, line stacking every day. Getting close to quitting time each morning , i'd take a little breath, and mental prepare myself for what was coming next. I'd skulk to my spot so no one could see I had no place to stay, I didn't want anyone finding out, cause that was just shame. Once the coast was clear, and I had seen the last car gone, I'd get ready for my morning bath and get my washing done. Sitting in my puddle buck naked, shivering under the moon light, scrubbing my self rapidly cos the icicles had a bite. Then i'd do my washing, and wrap up till the dawn, curled up in the corner, my eye's wouldn't open till the morn. I think about it now, and laugh to myself, the things that I use do, but I have fond memories of bathing in that puddle in the middle of winter, under the full moon. M.Mahauariki © 2012
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