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A CARDBOARD BOX
Contributed by
hamp
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Wednesday, 24th September 2003 @ 06:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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A Cardboard box,
A place to lay.
A crime filled alley,
A place to play.
A trash filled can,
A place to eat.
A ten year old,
In the streets.
A Daddy in jail,
At least he's warm.
A Momma's no longer,
In the way of harm.
A Child so fragile,
With eyes so old,
Won't ever know anything,
At least Not Cold.
Copyright ©
hamp
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2003-09-24 18:05:00]
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Re: A CARDBOARD BOX
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by punkwthn on
Thursday, 25th September 2003 @ 12:01:39 AM AEST
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| It's sad and scary how true your poem rings. Very well written.*~ |
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Re: A CARDBOARD BOX
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by Walt on
Thursday, 25th September 2003 @ 10:19:18 AM AEST
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Some would say there are not enough to go round, a great reminder of what happens everyday.
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