Natasha
She came to the city, left the farmland behind
Eighteen years old, excited to find
A life so much different to the one she had left
Not knowing that soon, she'd leave her family bereft
Into the night scene, she found a place
Where she could be she but at a price
Swiftly the attention of those with intentions
Was drawn to the beautiful, naive Natasha
Soon she was p...
Wednesday 29th April 2020 9:17 am
Corona - The Homeless Man
Please don't ignore the man sitting in the doorway
As he holds out his cup for a bit of change
He has no-where to go, no place to stay
And no-one to tell him he'll be okay.
This virus is deadly and people are scared
Many are anxious, lonely and bored
But we have a home, somewhere sheltered and safe
He has a doorway, so cold, so alone
There's fewer people out there...
Saturday 18th April 2020 10:24 am
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