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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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