As the world spits on the homeless But you’re used to it I am never cold or wet You’ll be fine out there Share this:TwitterRedditPrintEmailTumblrGoogleWhatsAppPinterestLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related Posted on September 9, 2017September 9, 2017 Posted in WordsTagged haiku, homeless, homelessness, poetry, precipitation, raining
That’s the way a lot of people think, though they’d deny it.
hmm 😦
Sad but true. You captured the coldness perfectly in Haiku.
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