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Chopped Prose - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

THINGS i find a bit odd,
my mom who died of
old age, has a place to
sleep, and a place of her
own, and the homeless or
working, have no place
to sleep..................and
some times, nothing to
eat, , , , , , , , , , , ,

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjrFrank James Ryan Jr...fjr (12/26/2006 10:17:00 PM)

    Interesting thought, David..but of which home do you speak of though...here, as in an empty housesnce your mom's pasing& that a homeless person could be living in? Or, her final resting place & new home that holds no time or motgage...? Either way, David, this is a fine Write...Great concept!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 16, 2010

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