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As I lay under the tree, the smell gets intense
Wafting up from my body I reek of foul odor
I try to ignore but the heat cooks the puke
It's only two months since I last washed myself
I want to come clean but it's here that I lay
Drinking my life is the easier way
I never thought it would come to this time
When I arrived I still had a dime
Today I can sit on the freeway off ramp
My sign that I found helps me get what I need
I want to wash off but I get less when clean
My drink that I drink helps me see where I've been
I think that tommorow I'll look for a stream
Today I will lay here and smile while I dream
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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