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Homeless Monday Eating Breakfast

It is four thirty two a.m.
the dumpster is cold to
my touch.
Others start to stir eyes
on only one thing.
Will you not antisipate
my meal hoping your
kind thoughts will be
my reality.
Lifting the lid moving
aside news paper I
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