The rent
The rent was do
I had no clue
My mom could'nt pay
They sent us away
We asked for help
They put us on the shelf
My mom was sick
My sister wasnt helthy
We would go to the doctor but we had no money
Are family wouldnt take us in
Are friends all turned there backs
Good ol' Uncle Sam wouldnt look back
They took us away from my mom and put us in a home
There we would stay for the first time, all alone
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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