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The Homeless Jar
by DR Varg
My time now goes to other friends
My letters, elsewhere, too.
My phone calls go, now, here and there;
No more, they go to you.
My thinking, now goes for my class,
I read for me, alone.
My hopes and dreams are pointing t'wards
a future, not yet known.
But while my every focus must,
away from you, be faced,
I can't think where to send this jar;
to trash it seems a waste.
So hopefully, you'll take this jar,
along with this short poem,
Think not of it, a gift from me,
just something...needs a home.
Dave Varg
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