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The freezing cold! The empty hall,
footsteps echo from the wall,
shaking fingers switch heaters on
wondering where the heat has gone
The teacups rattle, some are chipped
mismatched just a little bit
older saucers wait in line -
but all are cleaned until they shine
The cookies tumble on a plate -
various sizes, varying weight
some are slightly ...darker brown,
but lovingly brought from the town
The seats unstacked, with paint chipped
soon the hall is well equipped
fold out table, tablecloths hide
the splinters on the front and side
The homeless arrive – and early too!
most with little else to do,
they shuffle in, and fill each seat
floor dirty with the busy feet
The helpers start their trusty rounds -
tea is hot and coffee ground
the smell of spirits and meths ignored
as orders taken and hot drinks poured.
The biscuits are taken in twos and threes,
laughter started, faces pleased
mistrust warms and fades away
as sunrise signals another day
The helpers mingle, people leave
the warmth felt here a sweet reprieve
the hours passed so connected
leaves no person unaffected
The mismatched cups, the ugly chairs
ignored by those with deeper cares
this humble hall is hallowed ground
for there the truest love was found
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