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The Sign Clothes tattered and shoes worn His expression that of forlorn Face unshaven, hair a mess His story would take no guess Exposed to the weather His skin like leather Rain or shine He is there all the time A bare patch worn in the grass Eye to eye contact as people pass No words are ever exchanged With each season, he remains unchanged Struggling each day to survive His sign read "Family of Five" By the world, this is viewed "Will Work For Food" 2-16-05 |
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