My voice is added to those Who look for shelter to the homeless Anywhere and everywhere Simply because I have seen a lot of those pretty people Global... Streets, graveyards, behind the rocks, on the sidewalks, and Everywhere are their houses anytime, A few people afford their shy help, but Many ignore... Those homeless people used to be like all those Pretty people, but Bad circumstances led them to where they are now... Life is sometimes so cruel when it takes A good man, a good woman, or any good kid To the bad place... Those poor homeless are suffering on A daily basis, so Who will care about their humanity? ______________________________________________________________________
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