the man at the corner
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keeping warm he hovers
over a trash can camp fire
two days before christmas
at his open air houston
street empty lot home
he moves his stiff hands
quickly over the flames
rubbing his fingers vigorously
to keep the blood flowing
away from frostbite fears
holiday traffic whizzes by
including a double-long shiny
silver toned limo with dark
coated windows that shelter
the view for those inside
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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