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Walking down the street
He shuffles his feet,
No money in his pocket
No car he had to hock it.
At home in a box
A mother to be waites for him
to bring her somthing to eat.
He gambled and drank away the money he had
now he's mad,because he has to
stay away all day.
When he returned the next day
He found her grouning of hunger.
He leves to go knock over a store,
Only to be stopped by the police at the door.
They took him to jail he started to yell,
For someone to help the mother to be.
A lady listens to his crys,and
Desides to go by and help her out,
When the lady arrives her tears fill her eyes,
For The one he loved so dearley has died.
Who will help,it could be you,
In the box with only your sox...
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