Bag Lady
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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A woman standing on the corner, all ragged, dirty and alone.
Scuffing her toes in the dirt, hoping to find something of worth.
She is a person. She has childhood memories and family.
This woman has stories to tell, so why has she been left all alone on a street corner?
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