Your own street number, front door, gate, garden View of something other than piled trash, dark alley A sanctuary, a nest, a home No You don’t get that Room to stretch out, companionship of a cat Freedom from fear at 2 a.m. You don’t get that You are here to cook our burgers, clean our …
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