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Empty ground
I understand that this land, is owned,
I understand this land could hold many homes,
I understand,
It would cost more than a grand to set about a plan,
To house those that need housing,
Would cost more than a Hundred thousand pounds,
Of pointless metal and plastic that would dictate weather you can have it,
Or not,
So panic,
...
Thursday 3rd October 2024 11:41 pm
In Crisis
Can you spare a bit of change mate?
I'm truly am in need
I don't need a fix of powder
Or an ounce of weed
I need a cup of coffee mate
To help my bones get warm
I need a bed for the night
My sleeping bag's all torn
Can you spare a bit of change mate?
Can't you see me here?
I'm sitting right in front of you
Think I can't see you sneer?
I can't afford a bath mate
I can't afford new clo...
Monday 8th February 2016 10:50 am
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