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Homeless
He came in smiling, prize fighter bouncy,
A bit lighter than the last time I saw him,
So how are you ... you’re looking well ...
Well, I’m homeless.
Homeless!
What
happened?
When someone
Stuck his key in a lock,
I thought
I had a lock on,
It suddenly
Opened the gates for me
Sort of let me see,
I was a prisoner
Of illusion,
A collusion
Of the senses,
It set me free
Homeless.
But oh so free.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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