Homeless her.

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Cold winter nights,

The chill rising.

Temperatures low

While

A stomach cries.

A mind reasons.

And eyes dream,

Dream big,

Of when she feeds

A hungry stomach, own,

And a lot,

Like her own eyes.

While she dreams,

An open sky,

Homeless this child,

Hungry,

Cold,

She sleeps.

Oliver-"Oh!"

Walks by,

"Sleep not here,

By this pavement side."

Fumbles his pockets

"Lets take a stir,

Coffee aye!?"

And with a smile,

Walks her off to holy side.

Church.

"Mother,

Help this child!"

As he walks

Smiles a tear,

Hears a cry.
Oliver-"Oh! Hi!"

Hugged him tight

And then she spoke
"God be thy side,
Angel, bye! "

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