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Tin roofs with no paint Windows covered with bars Faces in the
doorway Lined and covered with scars No children laughing and playing
here Hiding beneath the swing Not knowing What their future will
bring No books to take to school No teachers to teach the golden rule
Always hungry Morning, Noon, and Night Where`s the man of the
house That makes everything allright Vanished one night Without a
word Dogs barking wildly Was all that could be heard Her young ones
now fast asleep Time for her to hit the street Asking for money From
everyone she will meet No longer does she care How many men enter
her at night She is now the man of the house Needs to make
everything Be all right RICHARD FERRY
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