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Homeless Still Breakfast Sunday

Sleeping is laying in the days morning
humidity waiting for church's
monogamousness
to arrive.
Money without prayer gifts food with out
faith flies in thier minds stretched
forth hand hungers need.
A day to clean souls and clothes lessons
weeks end being home once again
in arms beggars lot.
Sunday is here much is the humidity lungs
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