john bowen

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By john bowen

Dirt Dirt on their shoes, The Shoes They Don't Choose Dirt in there hair, I just dont think its fair Dirt on their clothes, I don't think this is something they impose , having to go stay with the monroes Dirt In their thought which is a lot , it will make them distraught Dirt on their sheet, They have to fleet, just to get some heat Dirt in there hearts it's in little parts Homeless is where it starts.. john Bowen

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