{BOOK ENTRY PROJECT4 GIVE 100Add to item as individual poems and prose Writing a journal with WDC project4 remembering John}
He will refrain
Now the pavement is empty
And all clean again
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Lost
Huddled on a blanket
In an old shop door
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His eyes have a look of despair
And he knows he is going nowhere
His life is going downhill fast
With his cup in his hand
Begging for a fix
Another wrap will do the trick
And there he sits on the floor
Until his eyes will open no more
In the morning
When we are still in bed
On the sea
A golden colour you spread
Many people come to see
This wondrous sight
You display
at the break of the day.
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