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TEACHING POEMS
The big hotels of steel.
Towers of power.
They glass too. I wonder if the homeless people get blue.
They just sit and let time pass.
Sheraton sign of red.
What thoughts are going through their heads.
Seeing them, I wonder how those without a home feel.
They are alone.
At night, the neon bright shines in their eyes.
Bright enough to blind. A home these people cannot find.
Those without a home. I'm sure they feel alone.
I wonder if they cry.
All the important people walking by.
They have money.
Maybe they think it's funny.
