Short Poem.
Twenty degrees below zero that's how I feel.
Shut out from the world but I can still see the marijuana thieves.
Say my prayers every night but I still hear gunshots from twenty-seven different streets.
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
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