Dirty

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Dirty

Dirty

 

I can not be homeless anymore,

to wear the same shoes,

and feet that are sore;

I do not want to live this way,

to wear the same clothes everyday,

it makes me feel so bad inside;

so many memories I wish I could hide.

I wish there were something more I could do,

if my poetry's the answer;

I write it to you.

 

BKrabbit

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

BKrabbit’s Poems (42)

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