Wisdom, Justice and Moderation
There's construction on 400
Bed rolls under the junction
Lights passing overhead
Eyes shut but never rested
With the film money rolling in,
New homes are built
With the overpass covering,
some are sheltered from the rain
Underneath 85,
Just south of city lights
are those still trudging through life
Bed roll, holding dog close for the warmth to survive
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