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Knight of the Heart (knightsheart)

Poetry, Short stories, Blog, Titan

Strangers with pleadin’ signs unseen by our busy eyes
How strange forgotten people livin’ without names
Close your windows lock the doors glaze with dull surprise

Strangers with pleadin’ signs unseen by our busy eyes

They live without means their wisdom streetwise
In our fears we may follow we play our cruel games
Strangers with pleadin’ signs unseen by our busy eyes
How strange forgotten people livin’ without names

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/Picture Homeless By Ann Green Springs At Flickr

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