A Homeless Became A House Owner For A While?

[I got myself a sleeping, walking, crying, talking Living doll.]-Cliff Richard, 'Living Doll',1959 A manor by the riverside Black Swans mate and drift with ripples in the Moonlit night, And the dumb ferryman Who sings a sad song in his deep voice? White washed Church stagnant and the bell tolls to the strong winds without a bell-ringer? And he suddenly woke up to the moisture As his cardboard shack got totally wet Heavy rains started late in the night And he sees through his blurred polythene window Lightening makes sorrowful designs of life in the dark barren sky? *I remember while I was in California, one night a homeless smiled with me and he muttered; 'Long time no see? Sorry brother, I have a non-filter cigarette otherwise you could have a small puff into the patchy lungs if you don't mind? ' nimal dunuhinga