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sleeping on my park bench
i am a refugee today
my happiness like my energy is gone
this black hood covers my ragged skull
i am a refugee today
there is pain in my back
a lightning bolt is trapped in my knee
these worn out clothes cover my bones
i am a refugee today
today i am a real person
my energy is back--somewhat
that old black hood is crumpled on my floor
today i am a real person
the pain has moved north
my eyes and words scream it
those tattered shrouds are forgotten
today i am a real person
tomorrow i will be a hobo
sleeping on my park bench
