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 TO LEEDS BIG ISSUE SELLERS by Barry Tebb 
						When I come from the Smoke to visit my son on the ward
 I see you everywhere: by the station, by the neon sign of ‘Squares’
 
 By every shopping mall. Leeds seems to have more of you than anywhere:
 
 How do you stand there for so many hours in freezing winds
 
 When most you solicit hurry by, saying to themselves, as do I,
 
 ‘Charity begins at home’ when you so often have no home?
 
 I tend to give my change to the desperate, silent huddled in blankets
 
 When all the warnings say I shouldn’t but who’s to judge
 
 The deserving from the addicted?
 
 Who but God can justly judge
 
 My feeling is we all must learn to give.
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