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I can not stop I can not look at that person running down the street with a loaf of bread he just took. I can not help in the soup line today, it make me feel sad to see family's with out food while living in the good old USA. I can not walk downtown I can not stand the smell of the homeless living in boxes and watching them eat food that was threw out, I ask what is this world all about? I can not stand still one more day and not speak out about the hunger in my town and your town. all we do is pass by and hand out a dime. Like because we that can afford food everyday look down on the family's that not working just like it is a crime. I will not eat a fresh bowl of fruit or nice hot rolls with a big bowl of soup. until every child in America has the same. Now I say, who is to blame.

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Date: 7/18/2015 4:55:00 AM
food for thought - such a powerful write - the scenes you portray are not ones I am familiar with on our little Island but I have seen it elsewhere around the world :-( hugs Jan xx
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Date: 7/18/2015 3:41:00 AM
Great sentiments. Those of us prepared to help when we can how we can make a difference around the world or at least our small part of it. Your poem has a lot of heart. Kind regards, Ian
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Sharlotte Newan
Date: 7/18/2015 10:11:00 AM
Thank you

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