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Created on: March 06, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
~Broken and poor~
I have no money,
I have no food.
I have nobody,
My health is never good.
I have no home,
I sleep where I lay.
I have no job.
I get no pay.
There are no shoes on my feet.
I have tattered clothes on my back.
I never get to go anywhere.
I do not know how to act.
I can not wash.
I have no soap.
People make fun of me.
I am not a joke.
I have sometimes eat scraps,
from the trash can.
And done things for money.,
you will never understand.
I am poor.
I don't ask for your help.
I am used to this life.
I am all by myself.
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