Lewisham Hospital
Red beard riding his cycle
Up past Lewisham Hospital
So easy to call them other names
Those people, with no place to go
The lost, the driftwood, the twin Sams.
Gathered around that street bench.
What they do there?
Who knows?
Even in the cold of December,
They drift there.
What they do there?
I doubt, they even know.
Them poor lost souls.
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