Huddled mass of humanity, in front of you, in front of me.
Society is too big, stained and ugly at unraveled seams
Road turns to town and to street and on to hard luck city
Somewhere lost between corn rows and private dumpsters
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This unfairness of life is life. But we can help even things out if we cared
a by chance poem that says it as it is? ....well penned.