Shopping Cart Man

there's eyes or red
don't have a bed
no sleep
need food to eat
they  or bold
walk pusthing and stroll
with need pland
the
SHOPPING CART MAN
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March 20, 2014 at 12:46 PM
interesting follow up ~SKAT~
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March 14, 2014 at 2:45 PM
His life does not progress, it drags. The few possessions he has are in plastic bags. He has little or nothing to eat, but his heart still beats. He has no place to call his home. He lives on the streets. Nobody he knows is willing to give him a new start. Life is not living when it is out of a shopping cart.
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