.Cobblestone pillow, newspaper sheets
Ten below zero, sleeping on the street
Someday we all will have a home
A place to come in from the cold
Somewhere so high above the clouds
Why not here? Why not now?
Pastures of plenty for the tired and poor>Still too many hands empty behind .
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