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Sometimes I have to stop and think, wow I have clean water to drink.
I don't have to worry how I will quench my thirst, or have to drink dirty water which is even worse.
I have a roof over my head to shelter me from the storm.
I can put on the fire to make me feel warm.
I am not on a pavement with a cardboard box for a bed.
I have a nice comfy pillow to rest my weary head.
Sometimes I have to stop to think.
I am grateful
I am grateful
I am grateful!
Thank you to Sam for contributing this poem.
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