oh! I am sleepy thinking
of what could have been
if I didn't move from west
maybe I never seen snow
I will be a beach worm
barefoot, shorts, t-shirt
I never have leather shoes
I have no time; write poem
I could be running around
with homeless people; sad
am homeless living it big
I lay my back where I find
I shouldn't have found you
I love it here I have dream
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