A chilly wind blows across the homeless plane
Through the souls of those without addresses or fame
On the sidewalks in the doors forgotten people merge in impotent night
With dreams of prosperity love's touch living the hopeful life
An overhang against the rain
A ward against earth's heatless grip
Enough blankets to still the wind
Success ...
by Michael Burgwin
Thursday, January 31, 2008
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I love this (HIA) and will help.
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