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Tough Lodgings

The rough sleepers keeping diaries of near misses and misadventures staying alone and alive living on their wits eschewing assistance except from the social and the occasional good Samaritan. Jesus plays his part, free tea in the park meals at the mission seems god is fishing for converts, but It's hard to believe in a better life when you have no life and you gave your last smoke to someone poorer than you. I imagine me outside the British library reading Burns and who's to say We could be that rough sleeper you passed today reading Burns taking turns to write in the diary.

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