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Fred the Hobo
I have no wallet.
I have no phone.
I have no house to call my own.
I have no wife.
I have no bed.
I have this cardboard above my head.
I have no job.
I have no socks.
I have no watch to pass the clock.
Happier would I be with a bed.
But, somehow I know this world is not that bad.
And, I shall keep my joy and glad.
I have no phone.
I have no house to call my own.
I have no wife.
I have no bed.
I have this cardboard above my head.
I have no job.
I have no socks.
I have no watch to pass the clock.
Happier would I be with a bed.
But, somehow I know this world is not that bad.
And, I shall keep my joy and glad.
Published 15th Oct 2012
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16th Oct 2012 9:01pm
It is a sad world of the homeless. Some do have a
false happiness about them. Others are very content with the had they are delt. This poem captures what a homeless life is like.
false happiness about them. Others are very content with the had they are delt. This poem captures what a homeless life is like.
