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I am the one you kick cans at as you pass me in the street.
I am the one with the dirty hair and the scruffy clothes.
I am the one you cower from and snarl at as you pass my feet.
I am the one you pretend you can’t hear or blatantly ignore as I mutter ‘Spare change please’.
I was like you once I had a home, a family a smile. Now I have my dog.
I fought for the country ...
Sunday 15th May 2011 9:57 pm
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