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God's Grace
There but for the grace of God, I thought,
As he rose from his place on the pavement
And stumbled to the shelter for some soup.
Fifty, probably, but looked ten years more.
Unshaven, stinks, frankly, but still too proud
To ask for a bath. How did he get here?
Not long ago, he had a job, a spouse;
Then both disappeared and his home with them.
‘Bloody fool,’ he mumbled, ‘no di...
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