Homeless Guy
Your knocking on my window pane
I know that it is you
Peering in with desperate eyes
You need a Bob or two
I let you in, your grateful
As it's so cold outside
Your homeless and your hungry
You like your eggs done fried
A cuppa tea is Gold dust
I can't offer you much more
My meetings with the homeless
Are happening at my door
"Can I stay the night" you cry
You know I have no room
So off into the night you roam
Shouting "Don't worry I will be back soon."
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