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Freezing in York

Dear homeless guy in York, How are you today? Has this Bright but heatless sun shone on you Or are you still sprawled by the street, in your Green sleeping bag? In a city where people apologize for walking too close And the little streets ferry countless feet Including mine, heading off to God knows where, who notices you? While the homeless guy in London Sat by himself on the corner As his colleagues lined up For a free meal on the white van, You stood out, in pretty York. While the homeless guy in Leeds sat with a hat before him And whispered gently 'can you spare some change' even though few Gave him attention, You sat there wordlessly being. While tourists paid loads for petty souvenirs and buzzed around The street you call home, while we Were busy taking pictures and making videos, you sat Quietly by the walls of the great minster, Mocking us, ably pointing out The ridiculousness of your government Who don't value you. You questioned the discus