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Anne Born's Writings

Poem
Oct.28.2012
  What must daybreak be like when you’ve slept all night on a bench on the park, Surrounded by the cool breeze off the river, covered by tall trees, Your stolen grocery cart in front of you, filled with all those plastic bags?   I can’t shelter you.   On my way to work, off the bus, wearing my clean clothes and my favorite shoes, carrying breakfast...