I came to a town and walked all around,
Looking for a place with space to lie down,
Under wave after wave of machinery sound,
But found no place not owned,
And no place not patrolled,
Just mile after mile of concrete ground,
A man soon passed,
I immediately asked,
“What place is nearby, for a man like me,
Who wants to be warm, and safe, and free?”
He glanced around to see,
Then shook his head,
And shrugged, and said,
“I really don’t know,
Where you should go,
But you shouldn’t wait,
Don’t hesitate,
It’s getting late,
The cops will get you for vagrancy.
Get off the streets, the sooner the better.
Remember, be careful, don’t loiter.”
He started away,
I asked once again
For a suggestion of direction.
“Just head for the hills,”
I heard him say.
I started to move,
He pointed the way.

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