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I want to cry when I see him

Picking through the garbage bins

Glad when he finds a piece of clothes

Joyful for alluminum cans

He stands in line for hours

Just to get a decent meal

Then he returns to his cardboard box

When he's got his fill

Safe within his cardboard box

A blanket and a prayer

He dreams a dream to be anywhere

Anywhere but there

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