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On The Street

Imagine that you are hungry and cold, Your head is heavy from your lack of sleep, You know very well, without being told, You have a night's weary vigil to keep, So slowly will the night's numbing hours creep, You do not possess as much as a tent, You do not have enough money for rent, You left home because you had been abused, You could not endure such awful torment, Now on the street you are chilled and confused.

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Date: 11/15/2020 7:05:00 PM
Beth, your poem is deep with lonely heartrending emotion. The anguish expressed is potent and profound, dear poetess, and the power of your pen is haunting. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Beth Evans
Date: 11/16/2020 1:31:00 AM
Thanks very much, Susan - I think it's one social issue that more should be done about.
Date: 11/15/2020 10:29:00 AM
Fortunately, the sun WILL rise to warm your bones! Aloha! Rico
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Beth Evans
Date: 11/16/2020 1:35:00 AM
Thanks, Rico - unless it's winter, and pouring rain.
Date: 11/15/2020 2:08:00 AM
Poignant portrayal of despair!
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Beth Evans
Date: 11/16/2020 1:35:00 AM
Thanks very much, Unseeking.