He And She Live In A Place Called Anywhere - Poem by joanne redfarn
don't pass them by,
have some consideration.
give them a chance somewhere else,
not kings cross station.
a sleeping bag in knightsbridge,
a cardboard box in brent,
or a mattress in a youth hostel,
would be a gift from heaven sent.
let them make you think,
that you should always care.
you wouldn't want to live,
in a place called anywhere.
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