31 Degrees
It was 10 o'clock on a poorly lit street
Nighttime breezes, very cold out there
Freezing temperatures that brought much despaired
As a man walked out, onto the street
About 5’7” with curly blonde hair
He confronted another man
Wearing a royal blue fedora
Giving off, a mysterious aura
They both exchanged sacks of something unknown
Very secretive as they set the tone
They both walked off, opposite directions
Police cars arrived, but too late for inspections
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