we are the wanderers. stuck in time; never going forward nor back. people come to us with pole catchers and boxes, but we're too smart. living on the streets has its advantages. we know every road and alley; the best places for scraps and a good porch to sleep on when the twinkling lights start to show. we know the best ways of escaping off of the face of the earth, just to appear a couple of days later.
we are the wanderers. some say we are pests. unwanted. alone. but we are far from alone. how can one be alone, when we have others for company? no, we are never alone. we keep each other company. show one another our way of survival. we fall in love, have pups, and teach them the way of the world.
we are the wanderers. walking down the road of life. to those who pity us, don't waste your tears. you didn't before. to those who stick your noses up at us, try this life. then you'll understand. to those who hate us - keep going, we won't change. we can't change.
we are the wanderers. and you are welcome to come with us; down this twisted road of life...
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