A poem about a homeless man in my city, Corpus Christi.
It is my belief that he is a time traveler.
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It was early, maybe 6 am when they took me from my holding place and marched me through town. The morning blue skies hung heavy above the muddy streets and mobs that wished to watch me die. Some of them booed and threw rocks and vegetables at me while others cheered my name, still throwing [...]
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