No person who can read is ever successful at cleaning out an attic.

Ann Landers

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There are those
Spend the night
Under bridges
Over by the river
 
Down in the park
Through the winter
But there's a house
That I know
 
Safe and warm
And no one ever goes there
Down where the priests
Bless the wine
 
She's been born into the wrong time
She keeps nonsense on her mind
She's a poet she's a builder
She's as bored as bored can be
 
She's a have not she's a know all
She knows just how to say yes
She's skating frozen chaos
'Til the no good gods are dead
 
But sometimes in the dead of night
Woken by the city lights
She wonders how she keeps alive...
This is the girl who
 
Lost the house which
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
 
Feather his own sweet home
She's a clueless social climber
Likes the wrong side of the bed
She's a pick-me-up and she's a
 
Drink-to-me
In the company of friends
She's tried every variation
She's so common, she's so cold
 
She's homesick for a future
Can't stomach what she's told
On every street in every town
All her days are up and down
 
At home among the
Lost-and-founds...
This is the girl who
Lost the house which
 
Paid to the man who
Put up the rent and
Threw out the girl to
Feather his own sweet home
 
Here's the good Samaritan
Looks away and carries on