Wordman21
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just different
Landlord won't fix my broken windows
and ignore my pleads for heat,
I have no carpet upon my floors to warm
my childrens feet,
Our water comes out brown and old,
The stove, the only source from the cold,
the link to our survival.
For the landlord does'nt care
nor will he ever live here,
Where is Here ?
The Projects in which he owns.
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