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Homeless She rises just before dawn Gathering all she has In bags partially torn She places

her shoes upon her feet That have been worn down By the noon day heat Bracing herself she slowly stands And styles her hair Slightly dampened by the morning mist Taking a deep breath As her day begins And wondering to herself How it all came to this With no one to love And care for her you see Living life homeless Has left her roaming the streets Looking for her next meal Or a place to sleep.

By : Ronald Juarez Watkins

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