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my home town
in the green glow of a neon sign she waits for a ride
and finds a place to sleep tonight
the snow finds the their coldfaces as two boys struggle to hide
they look for shelter in the cold, and pray they just might
cars with windows covered in hard ice and snow slide by
with silent silohuette of homeless men in the streetlight glow
Land yachts of fantastic proportion seem to fly
across the glowing carpet of early spring snow
under the bridge, two girls share a stolen box of donuts and beer
no going back to the broken homes they left behind.
hungry and beaten they walk the frozen sidewalks without fear.
a place to sleep, a meal, and another chance tommmorw in their hearts and in their minds
perhaps we bcome invisible when the world finally beats us down.
but they share our streets, our parks and our hearts.....
in my home town.
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