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Glass House Blues

I was heading down to the Glass House
going to get a couple of 6 er,s and a
pint of rye whiskey.
I saw a homeless Vet holding a sign
will work for food.
He was having a rough time, it was cold
misty outside. as i walked passed him
a big smile and hello.
I was touched as i came out of the glass
house, i stopped and gave him 6 and a smoke.
told him to try and have a far out night.
He said the government was right thing are
really starting to get  better
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