homeless, by sparkinsparksville
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he wants more and gives less
comes in my life and leaves a mess
those green papers in his hand
are things i can't understand
my father says i mustn't complain
for what he gives is all we can take
he took my house and took my land
he left those green papers in my hand
now my life is on a street
that's where i live, sleep and eat. |
Posted: 2012-07-12 09:54:19 UTC |
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2012-08-10 16:52:38 | Amrit |
Good one.. |