It's quite cold in the house;
i mean, you'd think we were polar bears.
or dead people.
Dear, turn the thermostat up.
we haven't got one of those?
oh. all right then.
These people are all staring, Henry!
Tell them it's rude to stare!
Henry?
oh yes, that's right. It's just me.
Do you have a dollar? I've gotta eat...
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I would like to translate this poem
Poverty scratches at a lot of doors today