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Sunday, November 27, 2005

POEM: Invisible People

They stand on the corner
Invisible People

The bag lady reading "Better Homes & Gardens"
The Jazz Singer sharing how he hurts tonight
How he'll be better come the first
Always waiting for the first

Invisible People
Always jonesin' for their next fix
Be it a dollar, a beer, or a hit

The limping man
With less than a cane
The bicyclist salesman
With a new bike every day

They stand on the corner
Invisible People

You got any smokes
Any Money
Just enough for the bus
Enough to get a hostile room tonight

Invisible People
Visible Everywhere

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