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Written by Diane Davis
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Tuesday, 01 June 2004 17:00 |
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I had stopped for a treat on that downtown street Heading back to the wall for a quiet retreat About to enjoy my first food of the day I was startled by a man blocking my way He stood in the shadows, this invisible man Sharing this space was not part of his plan My furtive glance was met with a stare That pierced my soul, for there was such despair |
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Last Updated ( Saturday, 05 June 2004 12:35 )
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