Newspapers On The Streets Poem by Angelica Duardo

Newspapers On The Streets



Newspapers at my feet
I've been sleeping on the streets
I’m freezing and I’m sick
I’m going crazy, can’t you see?

And all I need is for you to stop
Take a look, give me a hand
Take me home or to a place I can belong
Give me a life I can start from scratch
A house I can call a home,
A life of my own

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

wonderful... let me know when I am out of job... Lol Great write...

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Apathetic Syndrom 21 May 2008

very nicely written. hay maybe you should try to publish a book to get money.

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Angelica Duardo

Angelica Duardo

San Diego California
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