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Shelter Even the cat this morning refused to eat. And the boy beside his car Whose large hands whisper through his pockets so gently-- No offering, no change Shyly refused By the concrete. Lidded and tearful, Sparking with amyl nitrate, Eyes so young reduced to Begging for stars. Dove of Hope, where am I That these kids can't cross the street-- In a city of blown rubies, in a field of bright new addresses? |
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