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The neglected, feeding off the coldness handed to them Having no where to go, Their future so grim Watching, all of the people unknown Hurrying to their jobs, then hustling on home Their lives, filled with sorrow and mistakes Memories of their love ones, what joy that creates A joy that can keep them warm in the cold Their memories so priceless, more precious than gold These people didn’t ask for the lifestyles they live Their spirits fast fading what pain that it gives They hope that somewhere, out there exist A solution for the problem, A place for the homeless Written in Queens, New York -Circa 1993

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/8/2013 3:32:00 PM
Simply beautiful indeed.
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Marquis MC Mills-Cooper
Date: 8/9/2013 9:44:00 AM
Angel C is hoovering in the house. Always appreciate your visits Angel! Thanks for the warm words...glad you enjoyed this one. MC
Date: 8/7/2013 1:53:00 PM
A heart of Gold you have ~
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Date: 8/9/2013 9:43:00 AM
Wow, thanks! This is an oldie but a goodie and still a very important issue we have to work to solve. MC
Date: 7/15/2013 3:33:00 PM
Oh I could feel this one! I have a heart full of care for all those people...As well as you...
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Marquis MC Mills-Cooper
Date: 7/20/2013 2:29:00 PM
Again, thanks! There has to be an answer somewhere, I just hope we find it soon! MC