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This Country Turned It's Back On Me.

Do you tip the taxi cab.
Do you tip the Pitza boy, who delivers your tea.
Do you tip for the flowers
Delivered form a long lost love.
Or from your date at three.

When you see an ex-soldier
Begging on the street
Do you dip in your purse, to give him a treat.
Or like so many others before.

Do you pass him by, as he sits on the floor.
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