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“Paper Blankets”
As people walk,
They see me beat—
Lying down
On a concrete street.
They walk by
And sigh—
They laugh—
No care as I cry.
I walk around this town
And weep,
Looking for a warm place to sleep,
And as I look,
I only see
People trying to get rid of me.
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