The Unknown
I am siting here in the cold
with snot dripping from my noes.
I have not a home....I am along
No one wants me around they step on me like the ground
but if I should fall and brake what a fall they would take
There is so much hate and so little to appreciate
You may not know what I mean but when I tell you what I've seen
you will know of the unclean the mean, the things unseen and the unknown like the crust between your toes.
So here I leave you with these words and they are ones you have never heard
and these words only I know..but for you they are a story untold.
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