SheLived inThe field justUnder the tree.A tent, plastic bagsWith lots of smelly mess.People complained becauseThey did not want to look at herShe made them feel uncomfortableShe swore, made mess but what was her story.WhyIs sheNow livingIn a doorwayCome rain come or shine.Two sleeping bags she owns.A teddy,some plastic bags.A note says “I lost my baby”Her […]

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